"Name."
"Drake the Sea King."
"Is that your surname?"
"That's my stage name."
"...I like your sense of humor, what's your profession?"
"Look at my tricorn hat, look at my scimitar, do you need me to engrave 'Cursed Pirate' on the hat before you recognize my profession!"
"Judging by appearances is a superficial act, it's rare to find straightforward people like Drake these days."
"...Are you insulting me?"
The person across from him chuckled, revealing startlingly white teeth, the redness of the gums was frightening.
"How did you get to the City of Wandering?"
"Came by boat, a ghost ship."
"And where is your ship now?"
"Ran off."
"Who did it?"
"The ship ran off itself. At the moment it was unleashed, it dove into the ground like a piece of meat kicked into the water, made a 'glop' sound, and tunnelled away."
"Your ghost ship can also tunnel?"
"It probably realizes that going out to sea is dangerous right now."
