Some Not So Good News

Whew, am I glad to finally be in my cabin. The two blokes that escorted me in where a strange lot, eye patches and all, two scalawags that kept whispering to each other and staring. I figured it must have been the likeness I created disguised as Tia Maria, the serving wench from Jolly Roger fame. At any rate, they are gone and I must get to the task at hand, and that’s snooping around the ship checking out any gossip I might need to take back to el Enchanteur.

I make my way around from stem to stern and come upon two squirrelly looking serving wenches, looking as though they were in the middle of some very interesting conversation. Of course they think I’m part of the crew ‘cause I am still dressed like Tia Maria, so they go about their gossiping as if I’m not there. But by now they have toned their words down to a whisper. So I can get the best of what they're sayin’, I move a little closer, take out my makeup puff from my bag and make like I’m powderin’ my nose.

“Aye, Matilda, you been hearin' ‘bout our mighty Captain Wilder? Seems she’s gettin’ at the ready to take some prisoners.”

“Prisoners? Now what kinda crazy gibberish is that? You’re not yappin’ about the group that’s dockin' at the Cove are ya?”

“That be it, wench, sounds like a gonna be a grand time tonight. Stuff like this always puts the old Cap in a good mood.”

“Stuff like what?” The bawdy old wench strained her neck to hear, veins poppin' out like cords of twine.

“Tradin’em off to the bog people, that’s what? There’s lots to barter with when you’re dealin’ with live meat.”

I was aghast at what I just heard and knew I had to get back to el Enchanteur and tell her what was in store for our group. She kept warning us, telling us to remember to carry our bags and be prepared. Now I know what she meant. Damn, there’s no time to waste, I gotta find her quick.

Not knowing where to look first I steady my steps and head off, urgent to get this message relayed. I peer ahead of me when I think I see a figure shrouded by the thick fog. I rub my eyes to get a better look. Yep, it's her, I say to myself and let out a sigh of relief.

“el Enchanteur, el Enchanteur, wait up, I gotta talk to you.” Oh drat, I don’t think she heard me, she’s not stopping. Huffing and puffing I break into a run.

“el Enchanteur, el Enchanteur wait up, I got somethin’ important to tell ya’………….”

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