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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6440914" data-attributes="member: 4936"><p>Steeleyes watched.</p><p></p><p>She'd been watching for some time. Since they'd first let slip that they were seeking Le Gloriosa there in that filthy old inn. When they split up, she followed the only one who's name she knew; Katerina del Corazon. A <em>privateer </em>of some renown in these waters. It hadn't been difficult. The streets were full of wanderers and stragglers, and a few quick adjustments of a cloak could make someone look entirely different from one glance to the next.</p><p></p><p>And, to be fair, it was pretty clear del Corazon and associates were not particularly concerned with being followed, or eavesdropped upon. Nia wasn't privy to the specifics of every conversation, particularly when del Corazon gone alone with that straight-backed man to speak to the Frenchman alone, but she'd seen enough to get the gist.</p><p></p><p>The Frenchman was after the fabled cursed treasure of Cartegena. He'd brought these men and women together and made an offer. They'd haggled, then accepted, as the celebration just now proved. Nia was familiar with the comings and goings at the dock, and was pretty sure that none of the ships there belonged to any of them. The Frenchman hadn't taken anyone to the docks either, and it was unthinkable to imagine that he'd have offered the use of a ship, and they had accepted sight unseen.</p><p></p><p>So right now, even though their lowered tones concealed their words, 'ol Steeleyes knew. They needed a ship.</p><p></p><p>Fortune smiled.</p><p></p><p>The straight-backed man stalked to the bar, and Nia decided the time was right. They'd probably be leaving soon, or getting a private room, or otherwise making their company more scarce. She could track them, but that put things on a more adversarial keel, putting them on the defensive. Better to approach before that was necessary and keep that card hidden up her sleeve for the time being.</p><p></p><p>And so it was, while Barrington spoke to the barmaid, a woman approached the table where Kat and her crew were gathered. He beat her back to the table, but only just. She was dark skinned and pretty, with strong cheeks and chin, full lips and wavy black hair that fell just to her neck; some hanging loose with a few locks in tight braids. Her eyes were large and had the most peculiar hue; a silver-grey gleam like the polished edge of a sword. She wore a tough, weatherbeaten leather overcoat, and presumably some other stuff beneath. Presumably, because the details of her shirt were largely concealed by a plethora of necklaces and pouches affixed to a pair of suspender-like belts, along with little bottles and clay pots and bundles of twigs and herbs. She wore breeches as well; roughspun brown ones that only went down to mid-calf and exposed bare feet.</p><p></p><p>She went to a spot alongside Katerina's seat and surveyed the table with those strange metallic eyes, then said in a voice richly accented by a mix of French and African and Jamaican,<span style="color: #FFA07A"> "Forgive my intrusion. I am Nia Steeleyes, and we have business to discuss before de night swallows you up."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 6440914, member: 4936"] Steeleyes watched. She'd been watching for some time. Since they'd first let slip that they were seeking Le Gloriosa there in that filthy old inn. When they split up, she followed the only one who's name she knew; Katerina del Corazon. A [I]privateer [/I]of some renown in these waters. It hadn't been difficult. The streets were full of wanderers and stragglers, and a few quick adjustments of a cloak could make someone look entirely different from one glance to the next. And, to be fair, it was pretty clear del Corazon and associates were not particularly concerned with being followed, or eavesdropped upon. Nia wasn't privy to the specifics of every conversation, particularly when del Corazon gone alone with that straight-backed man to speak to the Frenchman alone, but she'd seen enough to get the gist. The Frenchman was after the fabled cursed treasure of Cartegena. He'd brought these men and women together and made an offer. They'd haggled, then accepted, as the celebration just now proved. Nia was familiar with the comings and goings at the dock, and was pretty sure that none of the ships there belonged to any of them. The Frenchman hadn't taken anyone to the docks either, and it was unthinkable to imagine that he'd have offered the use of a ship, and they had accepted sight unseen. So right now, even though their lowered tones concealed their words, 'ol Steeleyes knew. They needed a ship. Fortune smiled. The straight-backed man stalked to the bar, and Nia decided the time was right. They'd probably be leaving soon, or getting a private room, or otherwise making their company more scarce. She could track them, but that put things on a more adversarial keel, putting them on the defensive. Better to approach before that was necessary and keep that card hidden up her sleeve for the time being. And so it was, while Barrington spoke to the barmaid, a woman approached the table where Kat and her crew were gathered. He beat her back to the table, but only just. She was dark skinned and pretty, with strong cheeks and chin, full lips and wavy black hair that fell just to her neck; some hanging loose with a few locks in tight braids. Her eyes were large and had the most peculiar hue; a silver-grey gleam like the polished edge of a sword. She wore a tough, weatherbeaten leather overcoat, and presumably some other stuff beneath. Presumably, because the details of her shirt were largely concealed by a plethora of necklaces and pouches affixed to a pair of suspender-like belts, along with little bottles and clay pots and bundles of twigs and herbs. She wore breeches as well; roughspun brown ones that only went down to mid-calf and exposed bare feet. She went to a spot alongside Katerina's seat and surveyed the table with those strange metallic eyes, then said in a voice richly accented by a mix of French and African and Jamaican,[COLOR="#FFA07A"] "Forgive my intrusion. I am Nia Steeleyes, and we have business to discuss before de night swallows you up."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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