The gunner's mate pipes up. "It seems you could either head inland and try to get around it to the west, or follow the coast down and try to climb it further to the southeast."
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The gunner's mate nods grimly. "Without the proper catalyst and dispersion method, it wouldn't have been nearly as powerful, since it uses air to improve the explosive force, but I doubt there would have been much of that square left if he'd managed to light them."
The gunner's mate breaks his customary silence and says softly, "Well, at least we know it works." A rare smile tugs at the corner of his lips for a moment before he continues soberly. "Unfortunately it took a whole barrel of the stuff in one go."
"Pleased to meet you all," he says with a distant look in his eye. He spots Syper's fiddle and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "This should be interesting," he says softly. He notes the cigar in Gunnar's mouth and clucks his tongue. "Of all the people on the ship to smoke..." he tuts. |