Keep going to Jafar Station

After about four hours, the Emerald Grace arrives at the station, and you make your landing at one of the docks. Weapons at the side, ready for everything, you storm out of the vessel, prepared for anything this place might throw at you.

"Docking fee," you hear a guard say (wearing a suit?), taking your breath away in the most literal manner.

"We do not have any local currencies, however we are prepared to exchange our riaks for any local equivalent," Elena says diplomatically.

"Just give me that gun instead," the guard says, as he points one of the pieces in your multi-holster. It is one of the old models, still reliant on bullets, nevertheless, if the man wants it, he can have it, so you decide to hand it over to him.

"Have a pleasant stay," the guard nods, and he darts off towards the next newly landed vessel.

You and Elena give each other an assuring look, then you proceed towards the station's interior.

Huh, these parts are actually livable, you think to yourself as you thread along the busy streets. You honestly expected worse from a bunch of pirates. For some time, you are lost between the shops, kiosks, stores, bars and hotels. Then someone walks up to you again, your heart almost stopped, just like the previous occasion.

"Yo, wanna shoot some private movies?" a man asks, his features quite distinct from the crowd. "They can pay you a lot of money. Oh, and by that I mean, a lot of money. Whaddya say, ladies?"