accessible.
They planned to meet up with a known privateer, Sir Fouste, just outside a nearby brothel along the harbor. Sir Fouste was prepared with a ready ship to ferry them the distance to Port of Errors. But dealings in secret with any privateer whether he was government sponsored or not, were seen as a traitorous act so the risk was great.
Sir Fouste offered them commoners clothing as a means of disguise. “Once aboard my ship, you’ll keep your mouths shut,” Sir Fouste warned, “or you’ll be in a mess of trouble.”
“So, when we meet this Darcy,” asked Scott, “we just provide the information and we’ll be given the gold, no questions asked?”
“Well, Darcy Wenham’s word is as good as his word is ever going to be and that, my friends, is as clear an answer as you are ever going to receive from the likes of such a man as he. Just remember, when you deal in treasonous affairs you deal with liars and thieves. Do you truly expect complete honesty and loyalty from someone willing to buy this information? Do you expect him to trust six mysterious men who are willing to turn on their own country for a little money? He has as much right trusting you as you do him. Just remember to keep a weathered eye upon your backsides. But don’t fret,” he said with a hint of a chuckle. “You have nothin’ to worry about, gents. Nonetheless, if I were in your boots, I would make certain to be on Darcy’s good side. Make the man happy and so shall you be.”
“And how do we find place on his good side?” questioned Royal, “We have never met the man.”
“You’ll want to stop at the marketplace in center of town and purchase yourselves a bottle of rum. Mr. Darcy Wenham is very fond of rum.”
“There’s still one thing that troubles me,” stated William.
“And what would that be, mate?”
“We’ve paid nothing for your services. What’s in it for you?”
“The answer to that, you’ll know soon enough,” verified Sir Fouste. “Just be satisfied to know it is well worth it.”
They changed into their commoner clothing in the shadows behind the brothel and soon were on their way to Port of Errors.
Captain Stirvin, still on Port Lorne, happened upon a couple of past acquaintances, Gabriel Rodrigo and Edgardo Lopez, South American adventurers, dealing in significant information on matters of international affairs. Very confident foreigners, they kept themselves well groomed, in neatly dressed attire. Both were very notably short and stocky, complete with pronounced accents. Although young, they were well versed in current politics of neighboring countries and gossipy tidbits of information.
They were flirting with a few local wenches outside a small tavern when Captain Stirvin found them. Edgardo and Gabriel were humorous to watch around the ladies. They always insisted that they were gifted in matters of love and romance. And although they never tired of trying, they succeeded in neither love nor romance. Gabriel loved tall red-headed women. He was speaking to such a woman, as Captain Stirvin watched in amusement from a short distance unbeknownst to them.
With his thick South American accent Gabriel inquired, “How are you doing this fine day, mi amor?”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see ya down there.”
He laughed playfully, catching on to what he thought was a Scottish accent, “Scottish, are you?”
“Yur completely cabbaged. Had a pint too much, have ya? I’m Irish, eeijet !”
“Scottish, Irish – beautiful is beautiful in any province, mi lady.”
“Yur a bit thick aren’t ya. Do ya ever stop talkin’?”
“You’re a feisty one, mi amor. Aye, me gusta feisty. Grrr.”
“Shut yur hole,” she shouted. “Piss off, ya Bollocks, before I clatter ya good.”
Staring with lustful eyes, Gabriel pressed, “You have lovely long legs. I’ll have you know that sometimes it is worth it to live down here. The scenery can be quite pleasing.”
All the while Edgardo just stood by
They planned to meet up with a known privateer, Sir Fouste, just outside a nearby brothel along the harbor. Sir Fouste was prepared with a ready ship to ferry them the distance to Port of Errors. But dealings in secret with any privateer whether he was government sponsored or not, were seen as a traitorous act so the risk was great.
Sir Fouste offered them commoners clothing as a means of disguise. “Once aboard my ship, you’ll keep your mouths shut,” Sir Fouste warned, “or you’ll be in a mess of trouble.”
“So, when we meet this Darcy,” asked Scott, “we just provide the information and we’ll be given the gold, no questions asked?”
“Well, Darcy Wenham’s word is as good as his word is ever going to be and that, my friends, is as clear an answer as you are ever going to receive from the likes of such a man as he. Just remember, when you deal in treasonous affairs you deal with liars and thieves. Do you truly expect complete honesty and loyalty from someone willing to buy this information? Do you expect him to trust six mysterious men who are willing to turn on their own country for a little money? He has as much right trusting you as you do him. Just remember to keep a weathered eye upon your backsides. But don’t fret,” he said with a hint of a chuckle. “You have nothin’ to worry about, gents. Nonetheless, if I were in your boots, I would make certain to be on Darcy’s good side. Make the man happy and so shall you be.”
“And how do we find place on his good side?” questioned Royal, “We have never met the man.”
“You’ll want to stop at the marketplace in center of town and purchase yourselves a bottle of rum. Mr. Darcy Wenham is very fond of rum.”
“There’s still one thing that troubles me,” stated William.
“And what would that be, mate?”
“We’ve paid nothing for your services. What’s in it for you?”
“The answer to that, you’ll know soon enough,” verified Sir Fouste. “Just be satisfied to know it is well worth it.”
They changed into their commoner clothing in the shadows behind the brothel and soon were on their way to Port of Errors.
Captain Stirvin, still on Port Lorne, happened upon a couple of past acquaintances, Gabriel Rodrigo and Edgardo Lopez, South American adventurers, dealing in significant information on matters of international affairs. Very confident foreigners, they kept themselves well groomed, in neatly dressed attire. Both were very notably short and stocky, complete with pronounced accents. Although young, they were well versed in current politics of neighboring countries and gossipy tidbits of information.
They were flirting with a few local wenches outside a small tavern when Captain Stirvin found them. Edgardo and Gabriel were humorous to watch around the ladies. They always insisted that they were gifted in matters of love and romance. And although they never tired of trying, they succeeded in neither love nor romance. Gabriel loved tall red-headed women. He was speaking to such a woman, as Captain Stirvin watched in amusement from a short distance unbeknownst to them.
With his thick South American accent Gabriel inquired, “How are you doing this fine day, mi amor?”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see ya down there.”
He laughed playfully, catching on to what he thought was a Scottish accent, “Scottish, are you?”
“Yur completely cabbaged. Had a pint too much, have ya? I’m Irish, eeijet !”
“Scottish, Irish – beautiful is beautiful in any province, mi lady.”
“Yur a bit thick aren’t ya. Do ya ever stop talkin’?”
“You’re a feisty one, mi amor. Aye, me gusta feisty. Grrr.”
“Shut yur hole,” she shouted. “Piss off, ya Bollocks, before I clatter ya good.”
Staring with lustful eyes, Gabriel pressed, “You have lovely long legs. I’ll have you know that sometimes it is worth it to live down here. The scenery can be quite pleasing.”
All the while Edgardo just stood by
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