Now this? This was a haul. This was a fantastic haul, assuming it was still good.

Gathering every last jug he could carry in his hands and tentacles, Subier made his way from the wreck back to the surface.

He'd already been told that whatever he found, he could have, within reason, in exchange for his survey work-

-and surely all the wine he could drink, at least for the next few weeks, was well within reason.

The rest, he'd report on too. No need to think on that, when seals were still intact.

But only for a moment more.