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Naw. It's a buncha crews - packs - livin' close t'gether in one big 'arbor. Food's easy t'find there, if'n yer strong enough t'stake a claim. It was a far cry from the distant, cold shore here in the north. She had never travelled so far without running into one crew or even one person. It made sense that everyone was so jumpy whenever they saw someone else; it was a rarity. Nothing like 'ere. Abso-bloomin'-lutely not. She chuffed. Not as quiet, that's fer sure. She honestly missed the roaring shanties and constant brawling. It was much too quiet and still here for her liking, but she was too ashamed to go back. If ye'd like y'could head south 'long t'coast t'Tortuga. Mebbe you'd find yer 'Bones' friend dere. She shrugged, looking absently in the direction the butterfly fled, where it had long disappeared.