Eventually I stumbled across a trader who specialized in kelp and seaweed--hardly my preference, but certainly acceptable fare. If I could arrange for a source of fire and some cooking implements, I felt confident that I would be able to prepare a proper meal that would raise my mistress’s spirits.
When I sought to pay for the goods, I realized that my stock of bits had diminished to almost nothing. Luckily, I still possessed a rather motley collection of coinage from our travels thusfar, and the seller proved quite happy to take my money. A glance at the other transactions going on revealed that the sharkponies had no obvious coins of their own, but used all manner of foreign currency, perhaps due to how much of their trade relied on piracy of passing vessels.
Satisfied with my purchase, I left the market, happy to get away from its pervasive stink.
Eschewing the city proper, I explored the outskirts…
A nearby ship described as a cathedral drew my interest...