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Pascuala! You made it. Here I was, thinking you were buried in the Flat.

*Huff*...

You're as pale as the salt. Run into something on the way?

Shut up, Teach... Let me in already.

You wanna come in? Did you get what the boss asked for?

'Course I did. Not just the compass, either. I got another big haul too.

Señora Juana's been looking for an alchemist, and I've got a lead.

So can I come in now?

Of course, Master Thief Pascuala. You honor my humble abode.

Anchors aweigh, hoist the sails♪

High winds roar, our clothes a-tore♪

Rain drowns our drunken haze, and lights our hearts ablaze♪

Ready, ho! Sail forth! A thousand ships break port!♪

At dawn break we charge ahead♪...

Aaaahhhh! Who are you?! What're you doing in my house?!

This alley... is your house, señor?

That cardboard you've got on your head is my bed, joven...

Sorry, I saw it by the garbage bin. Didn't think anyone wanted it.

Mind if I hide from the rain here? I'll go once it stops.

This town hasn't seen a drop in over two months.

Even if it <i>is</i> going to rain, mind putting down my bed? Here, you can use my blanket.

...Thank you, señor.

So what're you here for, Ægir?

I'm looking for a local sword technique. The legends say the ones who devised it were—

Ahem. A few months ago, I heard about a technique that can 'fight the wind and waves', and decided to come here to learn it.

That's mighty brave of you. Don't you know the Inquisition's been cracking down on pirates these days?

I'm not interested in becoming a pirate. I just feel like my own swordsmanship's been lacking.

Swords are for cutting people down, not cutting through the waves. Besides, why'd you want to learn it anyway? Heading out to sea?

Too many questions, señor.

*Sigh* There's always folks believing such foolishness. If you'd come by half a year earlier, I could have brought you to the guy you're looking for.

Back in the day, he learned a thing or two from those pirates, always bragging about how he could chop up the sea itself. In the end, he was just like me. Came running back to town, waiting to die in peace and quiet.

Did he leave anything behind?

His diary? Took that to his grave. You'll have to dig it up yourself.

If he knew someone wanted to learn the sword from him, he'd be so happy he'd jump right out, bones and all.

With a shovel by his side, Isidro cracks open the coffin. He brushes aside the grains of salt that fell inside, exposing a lustrous, red-flushed corpse.

The corner of a book pokes out of its clothes.

Isidro gingerly pinches the book and pulls it away, doing everything he can to keep the flimsy paper—made brittle by the salt—intact.

Is this the diary he mentioned?

It's too tattered, I can't read a thing.

*Cough* *Cough* *Cough*... Pfft—pleh!

Did I just inhale bits of paper...? Damn, that's salty.

I should look elsewhere.

Elsewhere? Where else would a wicked grave robber and cannibal such as yourself want to spread his evil?

Grave robber? Cannibal???

I've been watching you creep about the cemetery, molesting its graves. I've caught you red-handed.

I can explain, señor.

'Señor'...? Do you not know who I am?!

Do you... happen to be a local celebrity?

I am a cleric of the Inquisition, in charge of inspecting the entry permits of all visitors at the town gates.

So if you don't know who I am, then how did you get in here?

I...

Guards! Arrest this man!

Are these petals crushed enough...?

Doctor Añora!

What? Oh! More or less, a few more times and you can start blending in the oil.

Why are your hands shaking?

You must be mistaken.

Taken? What was taken?

I said! You must be mistaken!!!

About what? What are you on about? Still, that much shaking... Have you been drinking again?

You're the town calificador, you shouldn't be drinking. Wine is sinful and brings only harm, you said so yourself.

I may have had a few cups with the representative of the wine caravan as we talked business, but it was all for the sake of securing the town's future.

How is the widow doing, Doctor?

The who now? Speak up!

The potter's widow! She's giving birth in a few days!

Gaining girth? And now gluttony, yet more sin.

I said!

The widow!!

Is giving birth!!!

Señor Silver—!

Ah—! Dios mio, you scared me. Didn't I say to knock before you enter?

I heard you shouting and assumed you were in danger!

I'm fine.

I, uh, aside from that... I have something to report.

We've captured a... a lunatic, a blasphemer in the cemetery east of town. He was stealing corpses in the cemetery.

What?!

I... I thought that with enough food, we could avoid such a tragedy happening again.

If I may, Señor Silver, a full belly is not enough.

When you first brought the holy Law to our town, you cleansed us of our sins. But now? Not only have your prohibitions been lifted, we have not heard your sermons in a very long time.

Sin flourishes once more. It is inescapable.

Is that what you think?

Which is precisely why you cannot allow this vile blasphemer to spread his evil in town!

...I shall arrange a sentencing.

What of Old Palo? He was seen talking to the blasphemer, for quite a while at that.

...No need. Palo may have associated with pirates in his youth, but he wouldn't have the nerve to break the law.

But—

I said there is no need.

Sir... I believe we should at least keep an eye on him.

We can discuss this later.

Digging up a grave? Don't tell me he was about to... you know...?

Sinner! A sinner! Aarón is no longer pure... Calamity comes once more...

Padre, Calificador! I beg you, kill him! Cleanse his sins! Don't let us be visited by disaster again!

(Struggles)

Stop that!

Señor Isidro, is it true you were stealing from the graves of this town's residents in the middle of the night?

I don't deny being at the cemetery, but I—

What?!

Pascuala?

Isidro, amigo, I never took you for a grave robber. Of all the things to steal, corpses? Really?

Makes me right sick, it does.