'Hirtshal is our master of sail,' Rackamore said, as if it was his job to fill in for the other man. 'If there's a person on this ship we all need to respect, this is the one. Without Prozor and Mattice we don't open baubles; without Trysil we wouldn't know what to take away with us. But without Hirtshal we don't go home. Be nice to Hirtshal. Be especially nice to Hirtshal when he's had a busy day.'
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