Basker & SkySailor
Basker Basker
SkySailor SkySailor
SkySailor SkySailor
Basker, I've been chasing the legend of the Star‑Galleon wreck—supposedly a ship that vanished with a map to the lost sea lanes. Heard any whispers from those old ruins, or are they still just broken bones and rust?
Basker Basker
Heard the ruins are still just piles of broken metal and rust, but the deeper the ruin, the more the air hums with old machine whispers—maybe the map’s still humming somewhere in the guts. You’re the only one who’ll dig it out, so bring a torch and a good gut instinct.
SkySailor SkySailor
Alright, Captain, I'll pack the torch, a spare compass, and that stubborn pride of mine to keep us on course. We'll dig through the rust and listen to those whispers—maybe they'll lead us to a map, or at least a good story to tell on the next shore. We'll be ready.
Basker Basker
Got it, keep the torch in the back pocket, compass on your belt, pride tucked under the arm—those are the only things that’ll get you past the rust and into whatever whispers still breathe there. If the map’s still a rumor, at least we’ll have a damn good story for the next shore.
SkySailor SkySailor
Sounds like a plan, Captain. I’ll keep the torch close, the compass handy, and my pride just enough to keep me from being a coward. Whatever the whispers bring, we’ll have a tale to spin over a mug when the tide pulls us back to port. Let's get to it.