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Marco

I watch our new company with an interest I didn't know I had these past three months of stalking them. something seemed.... off. but they're here with the map, and there's three of them- well four. everything is going according to plan, yet it couldn't feel more wrong. I confided in my brother and his only response was "well they're probably from England, yea'?"

sure they were but I've met English men and our company couldn't have been more different their dressing, their mannerisms. something was off I could feel it. my men are stupid; I can attest, but even while trailing our company they noticed that their actions were random, repeating at times, almost as if each group consisted of different people and they'd tap in and out like a game of tag.

the redheaded girl and their unusual method of steering. I've known sail masters with decades of experience yet I'm certain they wouldn't dare take a risk as they did and their hair, surely red was an underestimate, her hair was the colour of a living flame. It curved over her shoulders, framing a face with high cheekbones, a narrow nose, and their eyes put emeralds to shame. Though I live a life on the sea, we make port often and I've met many people, but never met someone like her. that's exactly what was wrong, although the group we were trailing usually wore coats and hats, I think I would've noticed a feature as prominent as that. I mean who couldn't.

she's sitting with her friends in my quarters to discuss our next course of action. I don't trust the government so their police friend is waiting outside, fortunately, my crew shares my beliefs so his safety is something I can't guarantee. I could do without the bastard, let's just say my run-ins with him on the occasions we port we're rather.... unpleasant.

I'm in the back- out of sight but still within earshot, rifling through the items my brother had swiped from the police station after he set off the smoke bomb in the trash can. there's not much besides a few gold coins, (which my brother had already swiped) and the map which means they were travelling light. there's nothing of any real value... except a necklace. there are no stones on it and it's made out of the cheapest metal possible but there's a locket at the end with two overlapping triangles on it. it's unusually heavy but besides that, the necklace was worth next to nothing. the only reason someone would wear it was for sentimental reasons. I get that.

the necklace sits heavy in my pocket as I join them. besides the three prisoners, only my brother and Danny our ship's finest sailing master stand guard. the three prisoners are whispering harshly amongst each other to notice my presence.

the redhead shrieks, jumping out of her chair and backing into the wall behind her.
her friends turn around to assess the situation.

"No need for that," Danny tells her. "Just needed a lock of your hair is all."

a hand flies to her head where the missing strand once sat. "What are you doing? I'll kill you for that."

"It's best to leave the lass alone, Danny," another man warns bitterly. It's kearnen. "Has a thing about people touching her."

"It needed to be done," Danny responds. "I tell you, red hair's good luck. Keeps you from getting diseased an' all."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard," kearnen exclaims. "I hope you get sick tomorrow. You need to set your head right."

"You just wait. Next time a plague hits, I'll be strokin' this hair while you all will be coughin' and dyin' and such."

"I need a drink."

"Nah, kearnen. It's too early for that." he slaps my brother's shoulders slightly

"If I'm to survive the day, I'll need to start early." He pulls out his flask from one of his pockets and the shortest of three captives smile a little.