-Docks-
*Zill gets the engines into his warehouse. The engine support will be done tomorrow. His Squid, aptly named However We Died, was now fully operational. He takes another swig from his flask as the engines fired up under the power of moonshine.
The rest of the dock is winding down. Despite all the hard work, the docks were still only capable of supporting small trade boats. Most of the past fight had been cleaned away, minus the tar stains. They will forever be a reminder to Zill.
He walks up to the main gates and sees a makeshift sign. It reads "Tar Barrel Port." Below in scruffy handwriting, "Comissioned by Rear Admiral Zill." A nice touch he thought. The Council will undoubtedly disagree, but no matter. He lets his dockhands off early and heads toward the Burning Skies. Its time for a drink.*