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All her life Truly Davelvon has been kept a secret from the rest of Atlantis, a nation founded by pirates five hundred years ago. She's a Davelvon, descended from...
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Pulling out a dress bag that contains his period wear for Drake on the starting day of Treason Days, Kade crosses their hotel room up in Ravenswood and grabs his phone off the desk when it dings with an incoming text.
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"Of course he is," Kade shakes his head.
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Returning to getting ready, Kade puts on a pair of black trousers and a thick leather belt. Once it's all properly in place and able to hold his knife and cutlasses, he throws on a silken marron period shirt. Most associate with pirates and leaves half of it undone before he tucks it into his breeches. Sitting on the bed, he pulls his black calf-high boots on, then stands and slides on a black jacket he'll be cursing in an hour with how thick it is. Finally, he throws a shoulder strap over and grabs his cutlasses in their bag. With everything he needs and his hair left wild and unbrushed, he grabs the box her crown's in from where she left it on the desk and heads off to the harbor. When he finally arrives, he parks and heads to the sleek blue ship with an orange stripe he's seen a hundred times, the Devil's Sapphire.
Moving to the gangplank, Kade goes to head up it, only to have the brawny man from the Wasted Haven step in front of him. "Sorry, lad, tours are closed taday."
"Funny." Kade moves to step around him, only to have the man counter him. Irritation crosses Kade's face. "Oi ye fuckin' Crazy Irishmen!" He hollers loudly as his attention turns to the deck of the Devil's Sapphire. "Get yer man off me so I can see the damn siren you're hiding meself!"
