The Invenios Expeditions | Chapter 4 - The Cheese

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I hope you'll support our independent studio and join us at patreon.com slash leviathan chronicles. It's where the team and I connect directly with our fans and bring you inside the creative process of bringing immersive blockbuster-style audio dramas to your headphones. We really appreciate you listening to the Inveneos Expeditions and now enjoy the show. The Inveneos Expeditions. A Leviathan Chronicles story. Chapter 4. The Cheese. No, no, we can't slow down. I'm running out of time. You have to find me. You're playing for the wrong side, Samantha Kel. There could be others trying to find the P.E.U.D.s for less altruistic purposes. You're a terror. The life of Lutasurato's operation. Blind. Dumb. Jesus. God. 100 hours. You're on a boat called the Inveneos. No, Sam! You'll be killed! Whatever the cost. The P.E.U.S. We don't have our lurking. The P.E.U.S. It's all shit. Just a little longer, Sam. We're en route to Ponte Delgado. Help is on the way. I promise. Models. One with a single man. How did Savage Vita... I wonder what it would have been to me that broke up with you. We'd introduce you as the A.T.O.R. But not our mother. So much for being the three musketeers. We may need part replacements for you. You're a fixer, Sam. You're just a pawn. Samantha! Samantha! Hey, Samantha! Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Oh, no. No, I'm... I'm fine. I'm sorry. I just, uh... I need a second. Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to tell you. We're about to make landfall on the Azores. Sal Miguel Islands is just coming into view. You're invited to join us on the bridge whenever you have a minute. Yeah. Yeah, I... Thank you. I will. Um... I, uh... Are you... I'll be right there. Are you okay? Yeah. I'm fine. Good. I'll see you upstairs. Oberlin left the Inveneo's staterooms and climbed the stairs to the bridge... There it is. ...where Tully was standing at the helm next to Gibson and Abigail. Sal Miguel Island. The largest island in the Azores. It's beautiful, even from here. That she is. Against the low-morning light of dawn, the Inveneos was met with the sight of Sal Miguel Island. Wow. It looks so lush and green. A verdant expanse of emerald rising and falling with the slumbering volcano that formed it. And just in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. It's so cool. That's Ponta Delgada, the main port on the far left. Hopefully we can take delivery of the beluga later today. The mini-sub? Yep. As well as her submarine pilot. I'm looking forward to meeting her. As the Inveneos cruised closer, the outline of Ponta Delgada began to carve itself away from the lush, green mountains of the island. Houses whitewashed and neat sat huddled together near the central port, while the spires of nearby churches reached toward the sky. And what do you know about this submarine pilot? Enough. Her name's Yuki Yamamoto. They say she was crazy enough to pilot a submersible through the Nullarba Caves in Australia to rescue a team of trapped cave divers. That's like trying to parallel park a Cadillac in an elevator. So what happened to the divers? They all made it, except one who needed medical care. Oxygen deprivation. Actually, alcohol poisoning. Huh? Delgada Marina? This is the Inveneos. Request in permission to birth. Clearance code, alpha gamma six five. Code confirmed. Inveneos, we have you in our system and you are cleared to dock. Customs and immigration will meet you at slip four five seven. I Delgada, coming around. As the Inveneos entered the Azorian Marina and neared its assigned birth, a current of expectancy ran through the crew. So Captain, what's the local grog? What do you mean? You know, every country, every place has their own special liquor. Yeah, like tequila in Mexico. Or sake in Japan. So what's the main hooch in the Azores? Well, if memory serves correct, Oberlin and I got into some of it on one of the neighboring islands about 10 years ago. Tersiara? Yeah, that's the one. And they distill this clear liquor there called Acordiente that hits harder than a sumo wrestler on a trampoline. Oh, yeah, I remember. That sauce could give a hangover to a stone statue. How about the taste? It's like a battery acid, an instant regret at a beam. Yeah, trust me guys. You do not want to order Acordiente in a bar here. Hey bartender, give me another Acordiente and then especially I'll take keep it. Keep it company. Senora, no, my. Come on. Just one more for the road. You already had six. Four. Six. Five. You had six. And seven's the lucky number. Come on. What about the 10 beers you drank? Let's make it 11. That's 7, 11. Did you see that? That's so funny. Oh, God, I'm so good. Please. Hey, hey, did you? Oops. Come on. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I, uh, it's all the water feature on your bar. I'm sorry. That's it. Your cut off. Oh, no. Come on. The bar is already away from the last spill. I think you've had enough. And I think it's time for karaoke. Please, miss. Too much. I got friends. Senora, stop. I told you we don't have a karaoke machine. And whiskey, drowns and the beer. Oops. Senora, if you knock over another glass, I'll kick you out of my bar. It's not my fault. It's too crowded in here. Why the hell is everyone day drinking on a Wednesday? There's no room for all my drinks. Today is a holiday. Oh, is it Christmas? Because I'd like another beer for Christmas. Please. No, it's the Toy Robrav Festival, running of the booze. The drunken woman looked above the bar and could see the partially assembled bones of an animal hung carefully from the ceiling. Is that a skeleton of a bull above the bar? No, miss. Bollay. Whale. I thought I might have been a dinosaur. Many fishermen hunted whale here 50, 60 years ago. Big business for the island. This is fussy. I mean, disgusting. Whales are fucking scumbags for trying to hunt whale. Goddamn mammals. I mean, mammals. My grandfather was a whaler here in San Miguel. And so was his father. So was my grandfather. And my father as well. Well, the fuck do you think you are? I think I'm Yuki Yamamoto. And I know, just by the way, you like to talk to ladies, that you're a king-size schmuck. And I know we're getting pretty tired of hearing you talk. You should hear me sing. You've been singing all morning, and we're all sick of it. Uh, yeah? Well, maybe I'm sick of people like your chucklehead relative treating sea life like a commode. I mean, commodity. This is our place. Actually, I do mean commode. You better shut your mouth. Show some respect. You want to see respect? Yuki leapt off her bar stool, dropping down several inches to reveal her compact frame. I like a fair fight. And forgive me if I don't have a lot of respect. For some as, those are yours that went out of their way to hunt a helpless animal using sonar and harpoon cannon. You've got a lot of nerve coming into our bar in our country. Well, it's whales don't speak dipshit. It looks like I'm the one that's gonna have to stand up for it. You're a small fish. The fisherman pushed Yuki backwards a step. But I can make you smaller. Yuki walked back and leaned in close so that the bristles on the man's beard nearly touched her face. You lay one more hand on me and I'll stick that harpoon outside so far up your ass that Poseidon himself wouldn't be able to pull it out. If you don't shut your fat mouth, we'll tie weights to your legs and let you meet Poseidon yourself. The fisherman shoved Yuki again and sent her fraction back into the bar. Yuki reached for a shot glass of aguardiente and tossed it down her throat. I'm gonna need another. What's the matter? You know, the only thing worse than assholes is whalers. And wouldn't it be my luck to find some smelly son of a bitches who are both? Yuki gripped the shot glass tightly in her right hand and fired it like a missile. Oh yeah, are you okay? You're a rat in wit. I'm gonna smash your face. Yuki's head smacked into the wall beside the bar's dartboard. Oi, it was my fault. Yuki grabbed a fist full of dart and hurled them at her tackers. Ah, fuck! Bitches put the dart in my arm. I got one in my chest. Pull it out, pull it out. Get her! Oh, quick, I need one more drink. Your driver's arm is just too fast. No, no, no, no way. Your kados, no. I'm making this bar self-serve. Get her! The largest of the men roughly gripped her arm and leg and hoisted Yuki over his head. End of the line. Teacher lesson. Have a round on me. Anyone else wants some? Oh yeah. Alright, you listen, you suss sucking pansies. If one more of you blubber-chasing knuckle-dragger steps towards me, I'll stick that whale tail skeleton on the wall so far up your asses, everyone on the dock will think you're the little fucking mermaid. I'll kick your ass, friend's ass, in the ass of whoever else that comes through that door. Holy shit, these people know how to party. Several hours earlier. Oberlin, how's our bow look? Looking pretty good, Tully. Two meters to the pier. Gibson, you got that stern line? I'll tie it off in the rear, Captain. Let's run a spring line on our port side. And let's tighten up all those dock cleats, people. Got it, Chief. I'll get shore power connected now that we're docked. Good, and I'll get water lines running as soon as you're done with the power. Hey, Chief, I just heard from the sub company. They want to deliver the beluga later today at 3pm. Can't believe you named the sub after some caviar. It's after a whale ya putts. Thanks, Gibson. I'm coming down. Just let the dockmaster know. Tully and I need to go meet Sheffie in town. If we're not back, you and Abby take delivery and get the installation started. Hi, Chief. After the operation, the O'Berlin left to help Abby and Gibson. Samantha Kell entered the bridge, wearing jeans and an Inveneos t-shirt. I heard we're pulling into port. We are. It's beautiful. It is. So I guess this is your stop. You mean this is where I get off? Sam, I'm doing you a favor. How is kicking me off a favor? Not reporting what we saw to the police or the army or whoever is the favor. The ride is free. Tully, please. It was nice meeting you, Samantha Kell. And I hope that... You can't do this. I need your help. You said you're picking up your sub here. We're not for hire. This isn't about money. It's about a life. A life I care very, very much about. You also care about that toxic waste. Yeah, but they're both critical. I can't have anyone know. It's too bad that we know. That's why you're the only boat that can help me. Nobody else can find out. Please, Tully. We're a research vessel, not a getaway car for larceny. That's not fair. I need to get to my friend. She has hours, Tully. I'm sorry. The answer's no. Because you'd rather go after the Highland Rose. What did you say? You heard me. No. I'd rather not go to jail trying to help you. I can make sure that doesn't happen. You weren't able to stop someone from sinking your ship in the middle of the North Atlantic. No. But you can help me stop them and get Dom and the PX back. Please, Tully. So much is at stake. Look, I... I'm not... used to being in this position, but please just... I need the Invinios, Tully. There's plenty of other boats in the Marina, Sam. Not with submersibles ready to dive. What's the beluga rated to? 13,000 feet? 12,000. Oh, my God. So please, Tully, just help me with this recovery. Sam, even if I believed everything you said... What proof do you need? I'm still up against the time window. You seriously think I'm making this up? You think I want you to go back to 10,000 feet under the Atlantic to look at sea light? Look, I don't really know what to think. But you seem like someone who's very resourceful. Tully. Samantha, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I'm sure that you can commandeer all kinds of resources. No, I can't. I can call the people I work for, but that doesn't mean I can get to Dominique in time. Samantha, look, I think we both know that your friends' chances of still... You don't know Dominique. She's alive, Tully. Maybe, but my answer is still no, Samantha. Because you just can't let a chance to stroke your own ego go by. Hey. You can thank Oberlin and Abby for saving me on the Veloscora. And you? You can go fuck yourself, Tully. Uh, yeah. Yeah. Okay, I guess I'll see you around. Oh, hi. I was just heading up to the bridge to see if you're... Tell your captain I hope he finds what he's looking for. I... I will. Where are you? Hey, Sam, come back. Hey. Hey. I saw Samantha leave. Looked like she was in a hurry. I didn't notice. Yeah. Well, come on. You and I need to head into Pont de Delgada to meet Sheffy in Old Town. There's some special place that sells this rare cheese he wants to make fondue from. Really? We're actually doing this? Going off on a cheese hunting expedition for Sheffy? Come on, we're treasure hunters. And I'll have you know that in Sheffy's hometown, his fondue recipe was considered a local treasure. Where exactly is his hometown? Because I can't understand when he said... Don't be such a racist. Come on, let's go. The war is over and both sides lost. Kingdoms were reduced to cinders and armies scattered like bones in the dust. Now the survivors claw to what's left of a broken world. Praying the darkness chooses someone else tonight. But in the shadow dark, the darkness always wins. This is old school adventuring at its most cruel. Your torch ticks down in real time. 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What are you talking about? It says right here, Clear as day. Rua de Castillo. Yeah, I think it's closer to the town square. If you say so. Lead on fearless captain. Wow, sounds like someone's having a party. Yeah, sounds like it. Hey Obelin, can I ask you something? Please. Is today Sunday? No, darling. It's Wednesday. Are you sure? Yeah, totally. I'm pretty sure we didn't go over the date line three times in the taxi from the marina. Well, we hopped those concrete barriers near the street. I don't know why those were there, but I don't think they contained the capacity for time travel. Well, if it's not Sunday, then why are practically all the stores closed? I mean, barely anything is open. There's like almost no one on the streets. I think it's the siesta. That's a hell of a siesta. It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon. Maybe they were waiting for the stock market to close. Very funny. The town looks almost deserted. Wait, here's somebody. Oh, looks like he's in a hurry. Uh, señor? Hey, tur bravo. Sistoma luxe. Hey, you know, hey, you have to know where we're going to come see you. Tur bravo, meu. Sai on da rua. Voce estoma luxe. They're so friendly here. It's like everyone is happy to see us. Come on, let's go this way. Tur bravo! Oh, hello miss. We were just saying how beautiful your city is. Tur bravo. I keep hearing that. What does it mean? I don't know. I think it was the name of this bar in Tijuana where we saw this incredibly brave... Hey, tolly, look. Up the street. I think I see Sheffy. Um, Oberlin, why is he running? I must admit, he does appear to be in a hurry. What's he holding in his arms? Oh, I think it's a wheel of cheese. Why is he running so fast? Did he steal it? If he did, I'm sure he had a good reason. He sure seems upset about something. I'm seeing that. Can you hear what he's saying, Oberlin? I... You know, I can't understand a word he says. I think he's saying... Tur bravo. I knew Sheffy spent to Mexico. No, tunnel. I think he's from South... Tur bravo! Oh, oh, oh, hey, now Sheffy. Is everything okay? You're the minute of the pitamom! Someone trying to steal your cheese. We are super-fuck. We gotta move out. Okay, slow down, hot shit. Easy pal, catch your breath. You're the minute of the pitamom! Quick, the toro bravo! Did you say toro bravo? That's the toro bravo! Hey, have you ever been to Mexico? See, Oberlin, I told you so. Tolly! Look! At the end of the boulevard, a seismic wave of white-shirted Azorians ran for their lives with looks of sheer terror etched on their faces. Hot on their heels was a tsunami of furious bulls, thundering behind them with pythons and rage-filled eyes. Hey, Tolly. Uh, yeah. I think I figured out what toro bravo means. The running of the bulls? Yeah, that's really sharp of you. No pun intended. The ground quaked at the force of the oncoming stampede that was now heading directly for Tolly, Oberlin, and Sheffy. Hey, listen, you wouldn't by any chance be carrying a... Oh, did you say gone? I was going to say red cake. It's up to the brother of my lord, who heard the bull and the gold-tailed sheep, they've been getting good luck with it. And on in my, we gotta run! You're right, Sheffy. Run! The bulls lowered their haunt heads and charged force down narrow boulevard. Tolly grabbed Oberlin and started running alongside the frenzied crowd. Holy crap! Keep moving! Keep moving! Tolly! I'm here! You've got eyes on Sheffy! Keep moving! You know, he could run a lot faster if he dropped that cheese. Pull my damn hood in my. This is the one where I can see the world! Holy! Look out! Shit! That was close. Now what's going to get killed? Those bulls are huge! It's not the size of the bull, the size of the horn. You let me go, man! Yeah! This is no time for your jokes, Sheffy. All right! But, Kevin, we got to get out of this riot. I can't even see an exit. We got to duck into one of these buildings. We can't! Everything is boarded up, honey. If you don't run faster, you're going to get a horn up your arse. This feels like my divorce. Tolly! We got to go this way. What? This way! Down the street. Obi, it's a dead end. The barriers are up. Well, we better try something soon, because you're not running any faster, and we might lose Sheffy. And I'm not losing Sheffy. Hey, what the hell am I? Chopped fucking liver? Yeah. You don't allow me to pay him a pension, little girl. Turn left. I hope you're right. Tolly, Oberlin, and Sheffy, feared left down a narrow alleyway containing two trash dumpsters and a tall wire mesh fence at the end, blocking any further progress. See, I told you. Dead end. All of Old Town is blocked off for the festival. It doesn't matter. We're out of that damn stampede. I can just wait for them all to pass by. Come on. We'll just hide over there. The rest of the trash. The trio knelt behind one of the garbage dumpsters, and to Oberlin's word, teams of Azorians ran past the entrance to the alleyway while being chased doggedly by a dozen, fifteen hundred pound bowls. It's working. This garbage smells awful. Oh, wait. Is that Sheffy's cheese? Um, Tolly, I don't think we're the only ones who smell that. Oberlin. Oh, I see him. Oh, he's a big fella. We got nowhere to run, Oberlin. The bull started to walk down the alleyway cautiously, intrigued by the unusual smell coming from the trio. Does he see us? I don't think so. Not yet. He's blocking our way out of the alley. We've got to try to make it to the fence. You want to outrun a bull? That's your plan? No. I want to outrun death. Death, which is pretty certain if that bull finds the three of us hiding here on our hands and knees, praying to the God of Garbage. We don't have to put our feet on the window down there. Sheffy's right. We're going to have to hop that fence quick. No shit. Okay, on three. Ready? One, two, three. Tolly, Oberlin, and Sheffy exploded away from the dumpsters and dashed to the far end of the alley. The bull immediately sensed the sudden movement and lowered his horns in a sign of aggression. It moved forward slowly to close in on the trio. Tolly and Oberlin leapt up onto the chaining fence and dug their fingertips into the wire to pull themselves up. We've got to hurry. Come on, Sheffy. You've got to go up. You've got to pay my whole attention. The cheese is too heavy. Sheffy can't climb the fence. Or couldn't Sheffy have stolen a lighter cheese, a box of Elvina perhaps? Come on, we've got to help him. Are you crazy? Lose the damn cheese. It's attracting the bull. Oh, hey, hey. I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to keep my dog a chef knife. Sheffy quickly set down the wheel of cheese and definitely retrieved an imposing 13 inch cooking knife hidden within his coat. Jesus. Is that a chef's knife or a lightsaber? I think he's going to try to bend the hand of the bull. Sheffy, don't bring a knife to a bullfight. No, no, no, no, no, no. Come on. And with that, Sheffy spun around and slashed his chef's knife down onto the chain link fence with ferocious force. Ah, good carving, Sheffy. The bull will never fit through. Wait, is he trying to save the cheese or us? Who cares? Come on. Tolly and Oberlin left down from the fence. He comes out to our room. He's still retracting the sliced section of chain link to put his slide through. Oberlin, can you squeeze? Tolly, Oberlin and finally, Sheffy, maneuvered themselves through the cut opening in the fence. The bull accelerated its charge at the three men, but was stopped abruptly by the chain link. Can I please ask what the hell is in that cheese? What is it, some kind of bovine pheromone? Well, yeah, it's funny you did that. This cheese exactly formed in a live wagon and you do a technique that was created at the loud time. And I wouldn't know if I'd have known in the middle of London Europe. Hey, this tree should lead us back to the docks. Come on, let's get some distance between us and that bull. You don't have to tell me twice. Who's getting okay that big bag of cheese? Ah, Sheffy's right. We should get off the street. What about that place? It looks like a bar and definitely not a fancy one. Well then it's got our name on it. Tolly. The bull driven mad by the scent of Sheffy's exotic cheese. Yeah, I could use that drink now. Had broken through the festival barrier Me too. And was now searching angrily for the source of the tantalizing smell. Me too. Run! Sheffy, Oberlin and Tolly spun on their heels and sprinted to the refuge of a bar that featured a harpoon and Trident over its entrance. Get in, get in! Holy shit, these people know how to party. Christ, Tolly, these guys around here are the damn bulls. We'd be safer on the streets. The front window of the bar exploded a few feet from Tolly and Oberlin as the Toro Bravo bull smashed through the pain glass and charged across the tavern. The bull threw its horned head violently left and right, demolishing the wooden tables and sending the belligerent bar patrons scattering. Jesus Christ, Tolly! I'm on the other side of the building. I can't even get to the door. Too many people. Look out for the bull! Oh, that's something big up on the ground. It's the cheese. Sheffy's got to toss that stink bomb. But I am. Tolly is right, Sheffy. The bull is tearing up the bar and someone is going to get hurt. Go to the back door and lead the bull out of here before it does any more redecorating. He's coming right at me. The bull surged at Tolly and narrowly left aside as the old mahogany bar suffered the brunt of the beast's horns. Oberlin jumped left to avoid being gored and crashed into a crowd of fishermen growling with a small Asian woman. Hey, what's your problem? Fuck you, pal. You want some too? Oh! Hey, don't touch my friend. You've never openly... Hey, you want me with... Out of her! Sheffy, get your cheesy ass to the back door. Now! Ah! You bright rat, Oberlin. Come on, let's do this. Who are these idiots? Hey, what? Stinks! Who cares? Get the girl. She started it. You fish has better back off. Between all you whale hunters, I'm the only one with any balls. You with blimp red-licking, clam-headed sea slug is going to fight a seagull with one leg. Your smart mouth is going to boot you in a lot of pain. I'm going to knock this bitch's ass back to Portugal. Hey, nobody hits a woman on my watch, asshole. And the word bitch is highly offensive. Thank you! Holy shit, thank you guys! I was outnumbered! What did those scottbags want? Nothing except just to go back to 1975. Well, fuck that. I agree. Is that your bull? The distraction definitely helped. Actually, it's a foster bull. Yeah, Tully and I have it for a week, and are still trying to figure out if we want to keep it. Did you say Tully? Uh, I did. Wait, are you Jeffrey Tully? I am. You're Jeffrey Tully, captain of the Invenio? Yeah, why? Do you read Zodaraficianato? No, I'm Yuki Yamamoto. I'm your fucking sub-pilot. What? Oh, I've been stuck on this island for weeks. Look out! Whoa! Hey, your head's bleeding. So is your nose. Oh, thanks. Oh, uh, mine. Thanks. I forgot about that guy. No problem. But I think it's time to get out of here if you're done making friends. Yeah, I tend to outstay my welcome. Let's go. We need to grab my friend Oberlin before. Uh-oh. Hey, hey! Tully, I don't think we're going anywhere. You, you understand it. Who did this? Who? Every patron at the bar turned and pointed at Tully and Yuki Yamamoto. Then... Well, this is just great. This episode is brought to you by Simply Safe. And this... Simply Safe On... ...is the sound of peace of mind. Simply Safe's sensors, HD cameras and 24-7 security monitoring protect your home inside and out against breakings, fires, water leaks and more. So, you can watch the whole episode on your own. Fires, water leaks and more. So, you can relax. Visit SimplySafe.co.uk slash pod for an exclusive discount. It even helps you make sense of risk and return. Monzo, the bank that gets your money moving. You could get back less than you invest. Monzo current account required UK residents 18 plus T's and C's apply. Hassan, this is Salah. Do you copy? Hassan, this is Salah. What is your location? Hassan, answer your fucking captain! Shit. He hasn't answered. In my day, ignoring a captain man's steering heart rice with your bare hands. He must be in camp somewhere. We need him to help us with the boat we captured. I haven't seen him in two days. But Abdi radioed and said he saw him here. At the bar, Hassan knows that alcohol is for weak-minded men. So is ignoring your captain. Come on. Luhani had few comforts. And while alcohol was illegal in Somalia, experience had taught the king that idle hands would attempt to brew moonshine, leaving work crews sick and unproductive. So, despite being forbidden, a makeshift bar was constructed out of one of the garages. Yeah. I think he's down to just five. Salah and Leban shoved the tin door open to find their crewman Hassan sitting at a table filled with bottles of St. George's beer next to Captain Kajo and his hulking lieutenant Ahado. I need another round for me and my friends. Hassan! Ah, who's here? What is this? Salah. Leban. Captain Salah, I've been calling you on the radio. You didn't answer. That's because you're not his captain anymore. Shut up, fat cow. Ahado pushed back her chair and allowed the entirety of her six and a half foot frame to rise intimidatingly over Leban. Ahado, Ahado, relax. They're not worth it. You're right, my captain. It would be a shame to spill blood when we are celebrating. What the hell are you talking about? Didn't you hear Salah? Hassan works for me now. He is part of my crew. What? Is this true? Oh. Hassan? Your crew keeps getting smaller. Salah, we don't get any work with you. We haven't been paid in weeks. I have no choice. Kajo makes money for the camp. I'm sorry. I have to buy food. You see Ahado. Now Salah only has a skeleton crew. They go hungry and turn into skeletons. You ungrateful hill. Salah gave you your first job and salaped for the medicine when you're in malaria. That was two years ago. Kajo already paid me a head for the month. Now I can put gas for my bike and… And drink, I see. Since when do you drink beer, Haflan? It's okay to have a beer. Maybe I should do things more like Kajo. Oh, did you hear? He wants a man to Salah, a teacher, someone to show him how to be a man. I'll fucking kill you, Kajo! Oh, oh, careful Salah. You know your uncle from his pricing and mechanics. Go on. Twist harder. You'll have to snap my neck to shut me up. Don't tempt me. I am close Salah. Very close. Let go of him, you piece of shit! Don't threaten my captain unless you want to pay with your own life. Let me go! Threaten me again and I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever do. So, this is your new captain, Hassan. Big man. Big Kajo who pushes, who takes, who steals. You think he will look after you? Any of you? Kajo doesn't care about anyone except himself. He'll even kill his own countrymen like… Careful, Petik, Moom. You're outnumbered here. You're weak and no one here will fight for you. Who here wants to fight for Salah? I don't hear anyone, Salah. I don't need anyone's help to knock your teeth out. My uncle is King Bashir. You think I am afraid of the king? This came right on King's law and the king has very powerful friends. Listen to him cry like a little girl. Fuck you. I have no fear because I have broken no law of the king. And a crew brings in money. Bashir says we don't poach each other's crew. That's the law. Who says I try to take your man? Thanking to us, Salah. He said he couldn't feed his family working for you. Maybe Liban would leave you too if he could walk fast. Fuck you! Salah. Petik Moom. Your own crew is leaving you. And you blame me? I can take your men if I want. I can take your territory. Hell, I can even take Liban's other leg if I feel like it. You don't run Luchani, Kajo. No. No, I don't. Not yet. But Salah, I have something you don't. Time. I'm going to tell the king what you've done. Are you going to try to turn the king against me? Huh? That takes a lot of guts, Pitimo. I'll show you guts. Salah landed a sharp, right jab to Kajo's nose, causing a small bling. You heard this! In his fury, Kajo grabs on by the groin and threw him finally out west, sending him crashing to the floor next to the foot of the corpulent man that had just entered the bar. What the hell do you think you're doing? Unk, I mean, my king, Kajo has broken the king's law and poached one of my men. And what of you? Fighting amongst crews is forbidden in camp. No, my king. You've broken the king's law as well. I didn't even- I see you drinking beer. It wasn't me. I broke in table and glass all over the floor. Maybe it is you who should be punished. It was Kajo. He started it. I don't care who started it. King's law says no fighting between crews. Do you dare, Salah, to break my own law with me standing right here? No, my king. I just- Silence! You should spend less time talking and blaming, and more time trying to make money for the land that hides and houses you. But- I just told you to shut your mouth! You fool! And you, Kajo, stop wasting time with these games. You have work to do. Yes, my king. Come on, Ahadu. Let us visit the prison as our king has kindly given us. You're the best at making people feel like talking. That's right, my captain. We have much work to do. You too, Hasan. You could learn something from her. And you have a ship to scrap, Salah. You shouldn't be drinking when you owe me a quarter for over two months. Get to work! I see you just the canal gates in Port Sayed. The Highland Rose becomes the first private vessel to travel from the Mediterranean to the Reds. Hey there. Sorry, but I thought I heard something in the library. Nope, just me. Although that cabinet near the bar keeps rattling. Yeah, the chief keeps complaining about Gremlins on new boats. Speaking of, I was hoping to go over the new marine charges for NEMA 1 and 2 of them. Oh, the underwater ROVs? Yeah, yeah. Have he and the captain made it back yet? No, no, I haven't seen them. But they did go into town with Sheffy, so who knows what trouble they've gotten into. Yeah, never know with Sheffy. That guy. Anyway, it's weird. Orberlyn missed the meeting that we had with the dockmaster earlier today too. Huh, that is weird. Well, I'm sure they'll be back soon. Yeah, unless they're in jail. Right. So, do we finally have all our submersibles on board? Yeah. Yeah, we finished loading up the beluga, our new mini-sub, into the left pontoon a few hours ago. She'll be operational as soon as she finishes charging on the electrics and, as soon as I can talk to Oberlin, the Nemo's will be online too. Wow. Should make finding the rose easy. Let's hope so. Why? Do you want to make it harder? No, no, it's just I've been doing some background research. On the Highland Rose? On everything and... And? And the wreck feels... A lot more complicated than I first thought. What do you mean? Check this out. I was trying to do some digging on the Highland Rose. I came across some footage back from 1951. There she is, the Highland Rose. Coming off of production from the Finishes of Guards in Scotland. She's one of the grandest private ships ever built in Europe, with no expense spared for the dashing young girl. Oh man, look at that. Is that the Highland Rose? Sure is. This is a clip I found of her christening in the dry docks in Hamlenshire. It's so cool. Look at them rolling her into the water. Oh, 65 meters over. Quite a beauty. Yeah. Here's another clip of her in Egypt. Abigail scrubbed the video forward, and soon the cameras zoomed in on the upper deck of the Highland Rose. A honeymoon voyage for Lord Cunningham and his young bride. Is that them? The winsome couple, the beautiful Savridi Chattergy and her husband, Roderick Cunningham, grandson to the Earl of Argyle. The owners of the Highland Rose. Well, recipients of it is a gift, yeah. This is actually the last footage ever taken of them alive, just six months after they were married. They were so young. Right? I keep looking at all these old newsreels to see if I can find something, some clue that might help us when we get to the Indian Ocean. That's good thinking. Anything else juicy in this vintage footage? Well, the actually really juicy footage isn't vintage. What do you mean? Okay, be honest. Have you noticed that the Chief isn't as excited about finding the Highland Rose as the Captain? That is a Vi-Vi-Cot, yeah. Well, have you asked yourself why? No, but I'm betting you have. Well, then you're a smart better Gibson. Look at these search results when you Google Highland Rose. Wow. A lot of results in the last week. Look at this YouTube video I found. Posted yesterday. Look. Thank you, Jim. We're in Cape Town, South Africa speaking with Erika Costello, Captain and Head of Historical Explorations. Historical Explorations? Isn't that where the Captain and Chief started out? Yeah, keep watching. Well, sure, Kent. My team and I are very excited. We're shipping off tomorrow for a journey that will take us off the coast of Madagascar to begin an eight-week search to pinpoint the location of the infamous Highland Rose. A shipwreck we've been thinking about for a while. Come again? That's our wreck. I think most people think of it as the Titanic of a right ship. We're gunning for the Highland Rose. What are they doing? Looks like we have some competition. So it's a race? Oh, it gets worse. Keep going. I have to ask the question. Folks have been looking for decades, as you said. No one's ever been able to find any evidence of the wreckage. What makes you think you're going to be able to find this tiny needle in the haystack of the Indian Ocean? Well, I think as you know, Historical Explorations has a pretty strong track record of finding the unfindable in the ocean. Of course. You've literally found some of the most famous shipwrecks around the world, the HMS Sussex, the Cyclops, and of course, the Alondo Cortez. Hey, Captain found the Cortez. No, that last one wasn't...wasn't something we found. My mistake. It was actually found by your husband, Jeffrey Tully. Ex-husband. Say what? I know. So, hold up. Tully's ex-wife is also going after the Highland Rose? Oh, she's gone. This was yesterday. She's probably heading around the Cape of Good Hope by now. I wonder, Tully's pushing so hard. Yeah, but that's the part that feels...I don't know, just wrong to me. Like, are we just doing this to settle some old grudge? Does it matter? I think so. I want this wreck to be about the Inveneos and its crew, not about the two of them. I don't know. Either way, it would still mean a lot to find it. Yeah, that's true. But it means a lot less when we're doing this just so the captain can stick it to his ex-wife. Yeah, I know what you're saying. Maybe we should go talk to him about it. Too bad we got left behind for shore leave. But with everybody off the ship, at least we have the Inveneos to ourselves. Shall I put in the order for a ship-wide dance party? Depends. It has to be Taylor Swift or a Gaga. Well, obviously. I didn't bring my sequined jumpsuit for nothing. So no word from the landing party? Nada. You try radio? Yeah, but it's weird. None of them are picking up. Not even the chief. They're probably just out celebrating the fact that we finally have a working submersible on board. Yeah, you're right. Well, let's send out a search party if we don't hear from them by Don. But I'm sure those three are just three sheets to the wind somewhere. You might be right. Oh. I'm, uh, are you tired too? Are you going to- Oh, no, I'm fine. I'm just gonna spend another half hour or so checking some other reels. Okay. Well, then I guess I'll grab some shut-eye. Good night, Abby. Yeah. Good night, Gibson. See? There goes that door again. Huh. New boats, I guess. Let's leave well. I hope the captain's okay. Well, this is just great. At least those whale hunters got what's coming to them. The worst part is that we lost Sheffy's cheese. No, Oberlin. That's not the worst part. I just hope the bowl is okay. Oh, and just to be clear, was it the entire bar you were trying to fight or were there contingents I wasn't aware of? Yeah, that, uh, that got a little out of hand. Must have been that fucking awkward dinting. I hope you're a better pilot than a boxer. We've had 15 years of experience piloting submersibles and about 20 of putting assholes in their place. And you've piloted the beluga before? Captain Toley, I can make that boat dance. I've taken the beluga through an interior hole penetration of the USS Buckley for a black ops navy team on 20 hour dive plans. Super top secret stuff. Far not so secret. That submarine sank at 16,000 feet. In 25 knot currents of a subduck thermal vent. You've done that sober? Look, I know I should keep my mouth shut more, but I also know there's a feeling that I'm underwater and you can just almost feel the sea gliding over the hole as you descend. It feels like the sub is gliding on liquid rails and I've got it by the reins and the abyss starts to feel like a cocoon. Well, I just love you guys. I'll tell you this, I'll tell you a better friend of yours didn't I won't go talk to you. Hell, hell, even the awkward you had gang knows I am. That's sweet. Thanks for that, Sheffy. You always know the right words to say. What? I literally didn't get any of that. Hey, shut up! Shut up! Someone is coming. Hey, you guys have a visitor. Come with me to the back door. Ah... Visitor! A visitor. Wow, that's a great visitor. Toley, Oberlin and Sheffy all rose from the rough bench they were sitting on and walked toward the open jail door. Toley passed through. Hey, you guys don't. But the guards' arms suddenly shot out, blocking Sheffy and Oberlin from leaving the cell. Those are my friends, they're with me. Hey, I only have one permission and nothing else. Yuki, what's he saying? He says whoever this visitor is, they don't want to talk to us. They only want to talk to you, Toley. The world of Sonic the Hedgehog has been thrust into a not-so-dark, not-so-stormy, hard-boiled detective story that probably nobody saw coming. Follow Sonic and the Intrepid Chaotix Detective Agency as they take on their biggest case yet. This high-flying, action-packed adventure will take them across the world, fighting for every clue they can find. It's one heck of a tale, which is good, because this story might be the only thing that can save their lives. Well, if that's all I can just dispose of you. Wait, what? All will be revealed in Sonic the Hedgehog Presents, The Chaotix Case Files. Listen now, wherever you get your podcasts. When the Chaotix are on the case. You're now listening to the trailer for Redacted, a brand new horror comedy. Today, we're playing a simple game of Call My Blood. Okay, you've been uncharacteristically quiet. What do you think? Is that one of the victims? What do you mean, Reyes? No, cut it out, Jacob. Why are you pretending to be Jordan? Redacted is a brand new monster of the weak horror comedy about Jacob Cain, a failing actor who assumes his late brother's life and finds himself in the Redacted Unit, a covert agency tasked with containing impossible creatures and phenomena known as aberrations. Inspired by late 90s and early 2000s television, featuring incredible guest writers from the world of podcasting, film, and games, welcome to the Redacted Unit. Redacted airs Fridays, 9-8 central. Search Redacted on the podcast player of your choice or visit the redactedunit.com for more info. Hush. Tully stared at the handcuffs, fastened to his wrists. He sat in a white plastered office set a bare metal desk. When the door opened, and a woman with short brunette hair walked in and sat across from him at the table. Tully, you're fucking around in stupid bar fights when we need to get the Inveneos out to sea. You don't tell me where the Inveneos goes. I can get you and your crew out of here, out of that jail cell, and back on your boat in 60 minutes. Something tells me you're not doing that as a thank you for already rescuing you in the Atlantic. No, it's a business proposition to get you out. When only one person is wearing cuffs, it's not a proposition. It's called blackmail. Tully, I'm not fucking around. I can have your bail posted for you in 10 minutes and your whole crew released inside of the hour. But after that, we have to go straight to the Inveneos and cast off. Sam, this may surprise you, but I can write my own checks for my own bail. I don't need anything you're offering. Or do you? Because this can swing the other way, too. Things move a little slower in the Azores, and I can make sure that your paperwork takes a little longer than expected with your arrangement. Just long enough for historical explorations to get a head start. I'm sorry. What did you say? You heard me. You might have money, but you don't have time. What are you talking about? How the hell did you... I overheard Gibson and Abby talking about the Highland Rose last night. When I got to a computer on shore and looked it up, I saw the news articles about historical explorations doing a high-profile recovery mission of the Highland Rose. They set sail yesterday. Hence your time window. What else did you look up? You. Oh, and what exactly did you find? Maybe the reason you're going after the Highland Rose? You're trying to get to the Indian Ocean first. Before historical explorations, and you're running short on time. Just like me. What do you want, Samantha? I want the Inveneos. The deal is, I get you and the crew out of here and back on board the ship right now. We leave by midnight to head back to where you found me to retrieve Dominique and the PX. Samantha. Careful. She's a live telly. And don't you fucking suggest otherwise. She has 65 hours of air left. Sam, please, I'm not trying to... And I'll get you through the Suez. You were going to go around Good Hope, but I can get you through Suez. It'll save you two weeks. How? Suez is shut down to private vessels. You know it. I know it. Trust me. I can get you through the Suez Canal, but you need to get me to Jeddah. Saudi Arabia? That's right. You get Dominique, me, and the PX to Jeddah. I pay you and you never see us again, and this all never happened. Just how you like it. There's one problem with your plan. What's that? You. You're troubled. I have a feeling it follows you, and I don't want it to follow me. You're the one who got arrested. And now you're asking me to jump down, help you steal government property, and then trust you that you have a VIP pass in Egypt that cuts a 20-day waitlist down to zero. I can fix complications. No. This is why you're troubled. Tully, I can't risk anybody else knowing about the PX, and I need to save my friend. I'll help you land the Highland Rose, but you gotta help me first. Dominique has 65 hours left. Samantha. I'm making this easy for you, Tully, but don't fuck with me. Take the deal. So that's when you took the deal. Finally found a heart in your chest. Actually, she's paying us $250,000. Two and six. So, it only took a quarter million dollars to get you to do the right thing and save a poor woman dying at the bottom of the ocean. Christ, you're a real peach, Tully. Uh, Captain Tully? Yeah. We've cleared territorial waters and Gibson's laid in a course to the Veloscore wreck site. Shall I bring the Trident Drive online? Condition report. These are at five to ten. Winds are steady at thirteen knots, all within safe parameters. Then let's not waste any time. Let me know when the drive is primed and tell Yuki to start getting the beluga prepped for a dive tomorrow. And tell Gibson to get the Seahawk charged as well. If that Avertera sub tried to surface, it'll be low on the water line, and aerial surveillance could be our only chance to spot it. Aye, Chief. Oh, Captain, there's a good 6-2 move that you can... I see the 6-2 move. Okay, okay. Just not sure it's the move for me. I'm glad we're doing this. We're supposed to save someone who's in danger. Are we supposed to be stealing the property of the US government? I know what you're saying, but imagine the potential for fresh water. If this device is real, move in two and one. You really believe the whole fish story she told us? I guess there's just something about her that I trust. There's just something about her that I don't trust. Funny. That's what the Belgians keep saying about you. Oh, shit, not those guys. I totally forgot about them. I think they figured that out. I left them a voicemail. Nobody leaves voicemails, Tully. They already pushed their charter back once before. They must be pissed. Yeah, they weren't thrilled. Oh, and now I told them to meet us in the Azores. Which is now 200 miles in our rearview mirror. Their plane should just be landed in Punta del Gada now. Oh, fuck. Seriously? Perhaps another voicemail is in order. Ugh, what's another port? They could meet us in Port Said or Alexandria. Or they could tell you to fuck off. Ugh, I can't believe I did that. I'm honestly beginning to feel sorry for those Belgians. Yeah, I am too. Your customer service has pretty much gone to shit. Could be true, but I can still count. Two, three, four, you're out. Ah, damn it. Speaking of going to shit, you hear that over there? That damn cabinet behind the bar is broken. The door keeps rattling. Yeah, yeah, I'll get to it. All new boards, Tully. All new boards. Ha ha ha, I get in on the five. Okay, let me see those dice. Captain, the Trident Drive is online and primed. Is the order given? The order is given, Abby. Let's start flying. Hi, Captain. It's your roll. Crap, one and two. That roll's as useful as a chocolate teapot. At least I can cover this guy up. Not much good that'll do you when I get double fours. If you hit double fours, I'm taking you dice. Seriously, I'm ripping them right out of your hand and throwing them straight over the side. There's nothing wrong with these dice I bought from Fischer Freddy. Wait, those are Freddy's dice? Oh, now I'm definitely dead. Hey, doubled. Five, I'm gonna get a dent. You have been listening to the Inveneos Expeditions, a Leviathan Chronicle story, written and created by Christoph LePutka. To view the blueprints of the Inveneos, go to inviniosexpeditions.com. The Inveneos Expeditions is made possible by the generous support of our listeners. To listen, add free, and get exclusive bonus content and behind-the-scenes footage, become a subscriber at patreon.com. The Inveneos Expeditions was executive produced by Amish Jani. Produced by Robin Shore. Original music by Luke Allen. Editing by Luke Allen and Robin Shore. Sound design by Jonathan Stevens and Robin Shore. Casting and production by Claire Dodan. Directed by Christoph LePutka. Starring Matt Shale as Captain Jeffrey Tully. John Patrick Higgins as Oberlin St. Clair. Laura Post as Abigail Evinton. Justice Slocum as Gibson Donahue. Amato D'Apolito as Sheffi. Stephanie Wong as Yuki Yamamoto. Lindsay Russo as Samantha Kell. Catlyn Danes as Captain Erica Costello. Lex Damon as Sonny Cascio. Georgina Elizabeth Ocon as Ahado. Isaac Robinson Smith as Muhammad Salah. Patrick Cabarty as LeBon Ugas. Sophia Ng-Mahmoud as Hassan. BK Phillips as King Omar Bashir. Melissa Medina as the narrator. And the Gremlin as himself. Additional voices by Francisco Almenada. K-Bo Foster. Jennifer Sun-Bell. Danny Pardo. Miles Greer. Michael Woodley. Umberto Franco. Leandro Ceabra. Eduardo Muniz. Bill Newton. Ian Russell. Michael Pizuto. Melissa Garcia. Guy Agustini. Venetius Zen. Karola Parmejano. João Acevedo. And Ricardo Britann. For a full cast list and to learn more about our other audio productions, go to leviathanaudioproductions.com or follow us on social media. Thank you for supporting Leviathan Audio. 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