U Corp. Backstreets… A hint of salty air and seagulls soaring about

The First Mate was bored as shit. Managing business ventures, businesses, trades… nothing exciting. Under his breath he half-heartedly cursed his captain for leaving him in charge of the crew whilst on land; he missed wreaking havoc on the seas. Another puff of cigar smoke left his lips. A commotion is heard. His sailors are dragging a new ‘guest’ to meet Gregor.

Finally, something exciting!

The First Mate smirked, putting out his cigar.

“Ooh, A new future guest~? Don’t worry, we’ll take care of ‘ya”