[SBLOCK=Barrington]Prydwen stirs slightly with a contented expression on her face. With his clothes and boots on, belt and weapons secured, Barrington slips from Prydwen's room below the Stuffed Swan inn. The shadows of the men cut across a narrow footpath connecting the fort road to one of the many hilly ridges overlooking Nassau. They move in single file. It looks like there are six or seven well-armed men, though the one in the rear clutches his side as if injured. At the front of the pack is a fierce-looking barrel-chested men with unkempt hair who speaks with a slender musket-bearing figure as if they were conferring on strategy. Between exposure to the high winds and following at a safe distance, Barrington cannot make out anymore of what they say, though he does recognize the pained voice of the menacing pirate he bandaged earlier.
After half an hour of hiking, the men have fallen silent, speaking in hushed whispers. Barrington realizes their destination: the house on the hill. From his vantage point behind a tree, Barrington sees the men loading their firearms. It looks like the slender musket-bearer and another of the pirates are moving off into the thick jungle around the ramshackle house. The others secure their firearms in their holsters, and listen for a moment. Barrington can hear voices filter thru the stormy tropical night; he soon recognizes the voices of Katerina, Hugo, Nia, and Old Zef conversing as they ascend a trail toward the house from a different direction.[/SBLOCK]
