Sirs, sirs, make calm your tempers!




It is but the first night since the sea beast paid our ship a visit. Let not your blood boil, but instead some water for a nice soothing tea.

If you wish to fight, do so on your own terms, and do not put this on the heads of others.

And you sirs, what is this rabble rousing and speaking of your selves as beggars? We are men on a ship seeking a new home. If you wish a new life, then make it so. If you can do nothing but live off of others as someone who must constantly ask for a hand out, how is that less of a parasite than of what you speak?

And taxes? We are citizen just as yourselves. We bare the tax burden just as you do. Many of us are no richer in money than you. Most of us toil in our labors, just and many of you do. And indeed, what respect would the state have for a wealthy man were he not to fork over more money to the treasury than another man?

If at the word and though of money ones lips begin to salivate, how different is that than a rabbid wolf with dreams of a piece of meat?


Please sirs, calm yourselves.