"what if I told you I feel like I know you, but we've never met."
"come on now Sailor, you know I can't refuse a dance with you."
"i have a knife to your throat Sturmond, start talking."
They didn't know her name, just her flag and the gr...
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The first thing Sailor did once they docked in Novyi Zem was to get everyone off her ship. Members of her crew were tasked with making sure they had enough supplies to replenish them, having so many passengers really lowered their stock. Now, she sits in a pub, happily sipping a whisky in the afternoon sun.
"Now Sailor, I happen to remember the last time you came through here you had company." The bartender was very kind, someone she saw often when she was in town.
Giving him a small chuckle she raises her glass up to him in a cheers. "I happen to remember his crew getting kicked out of here last time."
"Water under the bridge isn't it though Tundee?" Hearing an all too familiar voice, she tenses.
Sturmhond, with his all too charming grin slides right across from her in the booth she's reserved. "And what should I get you sir."
"Ravkan whisky." Sailor answers for him, he squints his gaze at her.
Taking a slow sip of her drink she finally allows herself to look at him. He looked the same as the last time she's seen him, rugged and handsome.
"Sailor darling, what are the chances I run into you here." he muses as he relaxes into the leather.
With his chest spread out she can see a gold chain under his ridiculous teal coat. "About the same chances I find a note on my desk when I return to my ship."
Smirking at her he nods. "I have something to offer you, but we're going to have to be honest with each other."
His whisky is placed in front of him, and he nods toward Tundee in thanks. "Oh? There's rules now is there?"
"I want your ship out of the dock." He's straight to the point, something she wasn't expecting, let alone his odd request.
"Now now, Sturmhond darling, there's plenty of room for the both of us." she teasing, but she can't help the intrigue at his request.
Leaning in close he reaches for her hand. She lets him take it. "You were in Os Kervo recently weren't you darling?"
There's only very few people that would know that information, let alone would know she would be here. He was tracking her. "And you were in Ketterdam recently."
Leaning into him, her lips are very close to his ear. "I have a secret, I was in Ketterdam too. Met with some friends of yours."
His hand on hers tightens. "Don't be foolish, I know who you passaged."
"You think I don't know you sent for her first? It's why you want me out of the harbour isn't it?" Gulping Sturmhond realizes very quickly she has a knife gently pressed against his throat.
To the normal passerbys it looks as thought he two were in a intiamte conversation. "Come now Sailor, you know I can't refuse a dance with you."
