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cooks. All non combatants are detained separately from the regular pirates. Have them help you bring all the food and drink onto the quayside. Don’t let them out of your sight. If you have any trouble call on one of the marines for help.”
The cooks are both in their mid forties and overweight. They’ve obviously ensured that they’ve been well fed! They seem quite indifferent to their capture, and it hasn’t done anything to quell their fiery tempers. They probably know that they just have to keep their noses clean and that after a short detention they’ll be offered a chance of resettlement in Wolfland.
“She’s not my missus,” says OverGroan, “but she’s handy with her fists!”
“Shut up Ryan!” says Vortex, “let’s just get those stores unloaded and then maybe we’ll get a meal break!”
Over the course of the next hour or so MaxChaos discovers that OverGroan does like to grumble about things, but that Vortex complains even more, and with an intense level of fury befitting her name. It turns out that both of them have heard of The Shorb. It seems to be a myth which is widely known throughout the BlackCircle.
“How did you hear about The Shorb?” asks MaxChaos.
“The BlackCircle quartermaster in Boot,” says OverGroan, “he has hundreds of stories.”
MaxChaos continues, “so does The Shorb actually exist?”
“Wasn’t it destroyed in a fire?” asks OverGroan.
“Maybe it was,” says Vortex, “tell us the story the way you heard it, and then I’ll tell you what I’ve heard.”
“The Shorb was a magical device which could capture sunlight and turn it into electricity! Work on The Shorb started at the University of Waterloo soon after The Decimation. Then, about a year after Professor Schrödinger had started his research, when sea levels kept rising, and kept flooding the campus, the whole University had to be abandoned.”
“The local militias fought a battle to grab whatever loot they could find. Waterloo’s own militia was no match for the
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