Loose lips sink ships

Ruby had popped off to Amber for things need doing. On her return she's brought a guest. Once the Ober has Uber'd over the duo, conventional communication from Ruby's lips resumes. "We got a trio down in tha 'old tha I can't get a word oot of, Truth." The current locale is a ship named the Beast. A matronly vessel comparable to a ship of the line. It's night time, and ambient light from a cracked moon in the heavens assists it showing off a dark ocean and a series of islands that rise to narrow calderas. The crew on deck is almost uniformly female for some reason and the watch is alert scanning the horizon. A low voice calls out the fathoms by the prow despite the ship being at anchor.
Ruby murmers, "Relieved you could come. Things 'ave been...difficult since tha Cibolan Node."
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