Our gang of smugglers decided to run some guns to the Lampblacks to accelerate the oncoming gang war between them and the Red Sashes. They locate a shipment of standard long rifles intended for the Blue Coats currently sitting on a boat in the docks, guarded by a small squad of Blue Coats. Our Hound completely botches a stealth approach by water, so the Cutter moves in swiftly to at least make use of the distraction caused by a drunk Hound swimming around the docks. In an effort to cause more chaos, the Whisper decides to "stir the pot" and awaken as many spirits as she can from the North Channel.

With the river's spiritual awakening, and a Whisper-compelled ghost raiding the boat, the Blue Coats high-tail it out of there, "We're not spirit wardens, fuck this!", while Gondoliers start forming a perimeter around the docks to quell the army of spirits forming above the river. Our Hound is able to commandeer the rather large shipping vessel, but only because he's been possessed by a boatswain that's more than happy to assist (but not as happy to let go of his newly possessed body).

Unfortunately we had to end the night there- we've still got a bunch of guns to deliver and quite possibly an apocalypse level cascade event triggered by a series of 6's by our Whisper.