Love At Sea: De La en Glässer

An old enemy

Macmillan let go of the lassy then turned her around, her hair was an ugly shade of dirt and coal. "What have you been up to?" He touched the soft tips of her once long hair. "Being friendly does not come without some benefits. Francis asked me to clean-" The door swung open with a loud clash. Evander walked in taking in the small, occupied space of the captain's cabin. "How could anyone leave without such luxuries of life?" He thought. His eyes fell on the woman whom he had heard answer to the name Bernadette, then to the man he despised with all his gut. "I did not think you would be busy."

Macmillan took a large step till he was standing in front of the fat man. "How dare you-" Evander cut him short and moved to his desk. There were papers both signed and some stating the things he was conveying. A map lay underneath one that showed the nearest route to different ports. "It is my duty as the kings-" "I get it Evander, now fuck out of my space I was busy." Macmillan gestured to the lassy that stood right besides him. "Pig." He heard her whisper. "So, it is true then. The men cannot have their fill with her because she is your personal mistress. I could never have guessed that, though I must say she could do very well for a whore." Macmillan gripped her hands before they could do any damage on the fat lord's face. Even so he himself could not fault Evander for pointing out the obvious fact. The lassy was indeed a fine species of woman, and had she worked in a brothel, then her mistress would have charged twice or even triple the price for a night with the feisty beauty.

"Let anyone call me a whore one more time and I swear-" "Lassy." He pulled the woman back to his arms. "No one will ever hurt you as long as I am around. I have some important matters to discuss with Evander, I will be a while." He gestured to the door and she moved for it slowly but not without shooting the fat man death stares. She motioned to the man one last time and run a thumb across her throat in a threatening manner.

"It seems you have gotten yourself trouble." Evander spoke to clear the silence. He looked at the bed, it was covered in old sheets. Of course, he could not compare the fallen man to himself. He was a fine man without a wife (just the way he liked it.) A respectable gent in society and the man before him in common clothes was once a man of the ton, a story told one too many times but never forgotten. Though his newly wealth was something of interest. "I am to escort you to the next port." "That will not be necessary." Evander took a seat behind the table and Macmillan watched with distain as the man flipped through the papers that lined his desk. "I do not wish to, if I had my way, I would have a sword through your gut." He looked up. "I do not like you Macmillan Wilbur. I never have and never will."

Macmillan leaned against the wall. "The feeling is mutual. I have nothing to hide search them all you want." Evander stood up and walked for the wine cabinet. "Your men drink rum while you hide away the fine wine." He pulled out a bottle of red substance. "My men drink from the same cup as me, we treat each other equally. They had their share which of course they finished, and I have mine." Evander weighed its weight in his hand. Once he was satisfied, he pulled out two glasses. "Today is a special day, I get to unmask the mysterious workings of your ship." He handed the glass to the man that was not less than a handful of years younger than him. "I have told you Evander and I tell you again I am an honest man under the king, a merchant and good sailor." "Then why not work directly for the king if you claim you are under him?"

Macmillan pulled out a stool from under the table and took a graceful sit. "Surely not all can work for the king, he needs finely bred men such as yourself and not men that labour with their hands." Pigs that were willing to suck up blindly his demands, though he did not voice that out. Evander moved close to him and Macmillan found his hand inching closer to the knife that was in his side pocket. A smile lit the fat lord's face.

Macmillan pulled out a pipe and took a long drag of the unlit object. "I would have offered you some but I do not seem to like the notion of sharing." He took another long drag and could feel the headache form on the furthest side of his head. The smile on Evander's face fell. "Where you expecting something different?" He raised an eyebrow. The big bellied man took a step back, even he could not stand the smell of the pipe. "There is something about you Macmillan Wilbur, something you are and have been hiding from the world, and even if it takes me my whole life I will find out and expose you to the world." Macmillan drained the last of his glass' contents and took the bottle of wine form his opponent's hand. "You could start by searching every hook and cranny of the ship, I have nothing to hide, well, except the under clothing worn by women of prestigious backgrounds which of course you have already tampered with." He took a pause to determine the man's look.