Huh. Guess so. Most of 'em are just shipping things back and forth to the port, but you get some interesting characters sometimes. Good stories.

[ He's not thinking about Billy Bones dying in the public room. At least, not for more than a second. Instead he's imagining the four of them clustered around one of the big tables near the fire, mugs of something warm and a million shared moments between them. Something that would make the same old place feel less like a prison and more like a home. ]

Probably none of 'em as good as ours is gonna be.