Dark Brethren's Journal, by Duke.
If I was tryin' to find something someone had taken someplace. I'd ask about. Like, if I fancied my tankard filled, and I couldn't see a tavern, I'd collar the nearest pirate. “Which way to the tavern, mate?” I'd ask. And he'd tell me. Or he wouldn't, and I'd have to teach 'im a lesson! But if there wasn't a tavern, I'd ask if he had any ale on his ship. Direct and to the point. See? Course, Amaranta pointed out the 'ole in my argument, din she? “Captain Briggsy aint 'ere, Duke,” said she. “So, we can't just ask 'er can we?” Well, now that's true. But that's the point. I reckons that actually asking Briggsy is the only way you're gonna find what she was doin'! But I s'pose she ain't about no more. So there ya go. We've all got to run about pretending to be her, think like her. And what I think she'd be thinking is: it's past time for a pint! Reckon I've got time before Wanda gets back from Marauder's Arch.