Now Cap’n, you don’t want to be anchoring in the Nails. We’re trim fixed up and as seaworthy as possible. We’ll get no rest there, sir, and believe me when I say the headaches will stay for months. That is, if we wake up and still have the boat around us, instead of being scrapped for parts while we sleep. And don’t be eyeing those magical catapults either. They’ll quote you two thousand, and mean two thousand platinum, not gold. Damned tinkerers.

Purser’s Mate Roxxy the Goblin, Tradeship Veritas Equus