And so it begins...
"And so it seems, gentlemen, that piracy is our only option!"
The men cheered, and in the back, one of the women giggled, "I do love it when that happens." she said, her eyes lighting up.
"It is quite a lovely enterprise, isn't it?" Her companion replied with a wry smile, "I'm sure by morning they'll have forgotten all about it."
"No." She wrinkled her nose, "No, you don't think so, do you?"
The captain shrugged, "Just an opinion, born of long experience. They are not the first to come ot this conclusion, and the will not be the last."
"So what are you going to do?"
Smiling, she flipped up the lapel on her seacoat, "Same thing I've always done. Take advantage of their indecision." Putting on her hat, she nodded at the innkeeper, "Good day, Miriam. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Good day, Captain Marlow." Miriam said after her, watching the coattails flick around the corner. A few moments later, as Miriam was making her rounds with the ale, she was stopped by a long haired woman sitting in the corner.
"Was that captain Jean Marlow who just left?" She asked, barely pulling the English pronunciation out of Marlow's given nickname.
"Depends on who's asking." Miriam replied, "You are?"
"Captain Selím. Marlow and I were once friends."
"Selím, eh?" Miriam set the flagon down on the woman's table, weighing Gene's response to knowing an old friend was in town, "Never heard of you. Pirate?"
"Of course." Selím snapped, "What do I look like to you, a dragon slayer?"
"They're surprisingly diverse group, if you've never met one." She picked the empty flagons up off the table and loaded her tray, "Will that be all for you?"
"No. I'd like an answer, you fool."
"Then I suggest you go get it yourself."
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