>>5739308>Art: Herb Kawainui Kāne>Alt-Text: A Hawaiian canoe being paddled in Honaunau Bay, Pu'uhonua is visible on the shore with a thatched roofed hut and several tiki carvings.Gamboa: It’s ironic. Those who bilong farwe ples call me a radical, say I do too much for my people. But if anything, I’m the great compromiser. I know honor does nothing for an empty stomach. And I would rather serve my people and their goals than fuck myself with my own purity. I don’t trust you Makana. But I trust you’ll do what’s best for yourself. That’s predictable. Usable. Safe in a way. I won’t help you in your little quest for power, but until it threatens the people I defend, I won’t get in your way.
“Why do I keep picking the speechwriters to team up with.”
Gamboa: Heh. You can talk the boat back with the crew, I’ll stay here to keep eyes on the situation.
“You know, you may be a high maka maka self-righteous blabbermouth who sniffs their own farts, but you’re cool.
Gamboa: And you may be an egotistic pampered self-absorbed entitled hambakman with no skills and less sense.
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You laugh
“Fuck you, brah. Have fun on this rock.”
They smile and wave back to you
Gamboa: Enjoy your campaign. Try not to die, you’re really fun to tok nogutim with.
“Back at you, asshole.”
As you board the wa’a, down one irritating but kinda amusing ally but up two contracts giving you the rights to the shittiest Island you ever stepped on, you think of the Fleet and the potential in front of you.
<span class="mu-s">END OF WAR OF STORMS: CHAPTER 2</span>
