Oy.. We had a pact, spit on our palms, the whole deal. We hold out for better wages, or Captain Kaleen stays anchored here in Port Hunding. Never thought I'd overhear Hanana wilt like a sun baked rose in our very own bunk house. We need to keep the crew numbers in our favor! I hate to do this, but turn cloaks run darker than octopus ink. In Stros M'Kai, we honour a pact!