“I will give you the papers,” Avra quavered piteously, just to camouflage the fact that he recognized the signpost and was cooperating. “But only if you promise to remember that there’s a bit in my head that only I know about and that the secret will be worthless if you throw me overboard. If you decide to throw me overboard anyway, I would prefer if you do so in one of the sea serpent breeding swarms, so that you can tell people I died in a massive fuckpile like I have always dreamed of. Promise?”
