hiccup

All clues point to New Bombay. Civilization is a long haul from here.


We cleaned out the hold before taking off again. It stinks, but a barroom is better than a barn.
The first thing I noticed was that Caban had kept one of the broken barrels. He patted its cracked side, grinning as it sloshed with liquid. To keep us company, he said. No shame in wasting such valuable cargo, he said.
I was skeptical, but he insisted that we put it to good use.

It tastes terrible.