The times at port were Ishmael's least favorite. Wasting time replenishing crew members and negotiating contracts for Whale-hunting. But it was all to fund their true goal of killing the Crimson Whale, a goal that no member of the Pequod is able to escape once they sign aboard her ship. But on that day, it was almost like she could sense your apprehension being at the port, how your heart skipped a beat looking at the job board listings, imagining what such a life could be like. Could a life out on the dangerous Great Lake truly be worse than the rat race hell you've found yourself at in U-Corp's nest?

"You there, you don't look the sea-faring type at all. Here to list a job? You may call me Ishmael, Captain of the Pequod. The same Pequod that took down the Pallid Whale, but we have another in our sights now, the Crimson Whale. All I require is an able body and a few years of your time, and you'll even get a Fixer's License for the Eight Association."