It seemed interesting, they all agreed, to apply their trades here in Brine Gate Harbor. But how?
Isabella Tidecrest would take one of the abandoned bars—the one down in the main harbor, with its view of the water and its memories of better days. She would open it as a new club. The Broken Meridian, she called it, after the navigation line that had brought them here. A place where information could be traded as freely as rum. A neutral ground in a world that had no neutrality left.
Samuel Blackwater would continue his secretive activities—the intelligence networks, the information gathering, the scholarly pursuits that made him valuable to any faction. But he would begin to come in regularly to meet with Cornelius at the old man's restaurant. They had much to discuss. The nature of this new world. The opportunities it presented. The dangers it concealed.
And Captain Jack Saltwell—John to his friends, Cap'n Jack to everyone else—would do what he did best. He would launch missions.
But not for treasure. Not anymore.
In this strange new world, the greatest treasure was information. And Jack intended to plunder it.