Leaving Blackport 66, Frank did not care much about what Sunny would think when he saw that BP66´s cache of alcohol had been greatly diminished. The booze, tobacco and the one case of Cigars, he decided to leave the last case of cigars so Sunny would have something to smoke, would go along way at keeping The Stede Bonnet flush with the necessities that any respectable Pub needs.
Most businesses on New London were finding it very hard to keep stocks of even the basic sorts of supplies, now that the trade lanes between Bretonia and Liberty were very close to being shut down by the Gallic bastards. Alcohol and things to smoke, were for some, above what you would consider basic needs.
The crew of the The Huntsman had steered the ship towards Ames Reaserch station, docked and with in a few hours was back underway, the ship re-registered with clean papers and identification transponders. They now had no affiliation with the club, and for some on board, taking off their cuts and putting them in storage, was a painful moment, even to an extent for Frank.
The rest of the trip to the New London system was uneventful, except a Rouge contact they picked up in the Colorado system. They decided to dock on Pueblo Station, till the stations long range scanners gave them the all clear, and shortly afterward were underway again.
Arriving at Planet New London, they were given clearance to dock. Shortly after Frank soon found himself walking down the narrow streets of the inner city, three of crew behind him with a couple of crates each of the alcohol they had brought with them, heading towards The Stede Bonnet.
