[PQ] [SE] we've got a ways to go

I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art

With all of the trials and tribulations dealt with, and no further trouble from Hels or anything else, the Ark's restocking and repairs go smoothly. Indeed, once the barnacles are cleared away, once the supplies are set down and the deck swept and arranged just so, the Ark is actually looking quite proud, as ships go. Jack surfaces not long after Melita and Aurelia are done; he has thanked the Mers and bade them farewell, and when Raza surfaces next to him, he'll be sure to press his lips to her knuckles as if that might make it all better.

Tipping a wink to the proprietress of the Hanged Man, Jack hauls himself out of the water and gazes up at his ship. He's clearly not upset at what he sees, either, because as he steps aboard, he moves straight to a barrel that's been unloaded along with the supplies, rolling it out into the middle of the deck. "That'll fuckin' do," he said, his voice roughened by the salt water. "Enjoy - on me." He kicks the barrel gently.

Within, the crew will find a very fine, very potent spiced rum. Probably worth a pretty penny, but a gift for a job well done will keep anyone sweet.

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The PQ is complete and the Ark is restocked and repaired!

Jack has given the crew a gift in the form of a barrel of massively alcoholic spiced rum. ENJOY!

If you want to leave a final post, feel free. I'll archive this in about 48 hours.