Whippletree. A sad sphere with ammonia seas. The people cough through their rebreathers. Here, the Age of Sailing never quite left, and they have built great wooden ships treated for their caustic seas. This planet is a shithole. On Whippletree we met a woman. Her name was Cassandra Yuan. She's had a ship stolen, by some rakehell Noble. Gone three weeks. The offer was for 80kcr. I talked her up to 100kcr. We shook on it and she mustered her crew. In the meantime, I practiced medicine on the people. Antibiotics and a salve to loosen the bronchi was applied....