❝Dead men tell no tales, lass. That's why very few pirates have cemented their names in history. The road to piracy leads to a short drop and a quick stop.❞
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The life of a commoner never sat easily with her, especially when she was su...
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"This wedding... When will it occur?" You leisurely flicked your thumb over the handle of your mug, feeling the rough grooves beneath your fingertips as the girl from across pursed her lips and squirmed. Her feet shifted beneath the table, dark eyes flickering hesitantly over your features once more before landing upon the candle centered between the two bodies.
"About that..." She grimaced with a pause.
Hesitation was never a good sign.
"That doesn't sound very pleasant." You said with a laugh, propping your feet up on the table. This earned you quite a few dirty looks from the other patrons. Paying no mind to them, and with carefully schooled features, you swung back your ale, thumping your chest to relieve the growing pressure in a short burp. "Well, out with it."
Jirou sighed at your blatant display of indecency, wondering how you'd managed to live this long without getting chewed out by some rigid, misogynistic idiot. And given that there was no shortage of them around here, she was even more surprised that word of you hadn't circulated yet.
The girl nervously doused her nerves with the bottle of rum you'd fixed her, and, fixating on you, quickly mumbled out, "How fast can you assemble your crew to get us out of here?"
You cocked your head. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You know," Jirou gestured with quotations, "Your crew of..." Her voice dropped an octave as she leaned in to whisper, " Pirates."
"Ah." You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, "We'll discuss that once we free your pretty little friend. Savvy? For now, why don't we keep the brainpower on the planning."
Hopefully, this little deflection would be enough to keep Jirou off your back. If not, you certainly had other methods to keep her from peeling at the first sign of danger. You absolutely could not lose your first crewmate, considering pickings were slim. Though, you weren't all that concerned in light of her current predicament with this so-called madam called Midnight.
Sighing, Jirou relented. You smiled in relief and polished off the last of your ale.
"So, I take it you have a plan to save Momo then?"
"Aye." You grinned, "That I do. All I need now is the date of this upcoming festival."
Another scowl graced Jirou's otherwise fair face.
"This is why I asked you how fast you could assemble your getaway ride." She twitched, "The wedding's tonight."
You choked on your ale; feet unraveling and hitting the ground with a thud. "Tonight?!"
"Yes..."
"Blimey."
This wasn't your first time landing yourself in a pinch, and it certainly wouldn't be your last, but by all hells, if this Yaoyoruzu Momo was really as prestigious as Jirou was making her out to be, security would be tighter than the asscheeks of a man going to prison.
