23 Second Seed Passage from Summerset was a sordid affair. Never thought I'd be involved in piracy, but when one's ship pulls up alongside a cog and arrows fly, one does what one can. The captain was quite impressed with my affinity for—what was the phrase he used?—"scudding to broadside?" He offered me some recompense for my services; I declined. 27 Second Seed Contracted porters in Southpoint. We set out tomorrow. The lead porter is a bit of a ruffian, but his bluster died when I offered him pay. I doubt even he believes his services are worth so much coin. The politics of discretion.