"Alright, you rascals! Gather 'round, and no dawdling!" Jagae Cookie's voice boomed across the bustling shipyard, cutting through the salty air and the cries of peppermint gulls. She stood on the deck of her pride, a vessel as sturdy and reliable as her own demeanor.

"The tide's turning, and so are our fortunes!" The guildmaster declared, scanning her guild members from afar. A few shuffled their feet, while others stood at attention, a mix of eager anticipation and nervous energy buzzing amongst them. "Oyster Cookie's shipment of rare sea-salt infused pastries is waiting in Port Blossom. And we are going to make sure it gets there safe and sound, with nary a crumb out of place!"