Dr Simon
Explorer
Yings crew work quickly in loading on board supplies and making sure that the ship is ready to sail at a moments notice. As dusk is beginning to fall, a party of five men approach the Shadow Lark. At their head is a broad-shouldered man, a hard-bitten look to him and a crocodile skin worn around his shoulders. You note his left hand has been replaced by a hook.
"So this is the ship?" he says, to no-one in particular.
"Aye sir," says Ying brightly. "She's all I've got, but she's mine. And may I enquire as to who is asking after her?"
"Fayyam al-Korus," says hook-hand. "Bloodhawk Captain," he adds in a quieter voice. Not quiet so that no-one can here, more to make himself sound more menacing.
"Captain ... al-Korus," says Ying. "We had the pleasure of meeting one of your compatriots earlier, he said you might be paying us a visit. We were merely wondering what the price would be for safe passage through the Tuuma Strait."
al-Korus ignores him and looks over the ship, and the passengers. He snorts.
"Doesn't look much of a prize," he says. "But then, appearances can be deceptive. You wouldn't be the first captain to try to escape attention by making his ship look like a pile of crap. These are the passengers?" he points his hook at Mal. Ying nods.
"Aye sir, they are."
"You there," he addresses Mal directly. "What's your business in the Tuuma Strait?"
"So this is the ship?" he says, to no-one in particular.
"Aye sir," says Ying brightly. "She's all I've got, but she's mine. And may I enquire as to who is asking after her?"
"Fayyam al-Korus," says hook-hand. "Bloodhawk Captain," he adds in a quieter voice. Not quiet so that no-one can here, more to make himself sound more menacing.
"Captain ... al-Korus," says Ying. "We had the pleasure of meeting one of your compatriots earlier, he said you might be paying us a visit. We were merely wondering what the price would be for safe passage through the Tuuma Strait."
al-Korus ignores him and looks over the ship, and the passengers. He snorts.
"Doesn't look much of a prize," he says. "But then, appearances can be deceptive. You wouldn't be the first captain to try to escape attention by making his ship look like a pile of crap. These are the passengers?" he points his hook at Mal. Ying nods.
"Aye sir, they are."
"You there," he addresses Mal directly. "What's your business in the Tuuma Strait?"