Charlotte shifted her stance, hands at her hips, her chest pushed outwards, cleavage exposed. She shook her head.
"In that case, Nope."
She lazily turned around, glaring down at the cathian.
"Stutter much puss? Tsk tsk."
She wagged her finger disapprovingly.
"I have conflictin' stories about Grayell from t' two o' you. T' Commander o' t' Guard a braggart? Swansong be a scallywag but not useless. If anyone is trouble...it's me."
She giggled, facing the burly man, licking her lips as she stared him straight in the eye.
"It's cute how loyal you people are, however I have no intention o' pryin' t' answers. I have not t' time or patience for pullin' teeth today. I'll just find his ship and be on me way then"
The pirate spun around again and started walking.
"Come along poppet, we have a ship t' borrow."
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Grayell only nodded and waved them goodbye, his tongue barely poking between tight lips in agitation. He then stepped inside and closed the door....
Before running like mad across the room. He bolted out the back door and leaped, hands taking purchase and his body whipping up the rail to yank him onto the roof. He landed in a crouch and spun and no sooner had time to think than he was running across it. He leaped off the other side and grabbed a banner, swinging him into the nearest alleyway.
He hit the ground running of course, leaping over cargo and even small children. He'd beat them to the docks in a right hurry, he and the Captain knew this town upside down and back to front.
But most of all.... NO ONE was taking his bloody boat.
Chaz breathed a sigh of relief as his friend wasn't found out. He had managed to pick up his half of the boxes and followed after Charlotte a little reluctantly, carefully balancing his load.
B-boat? Why do you want his boat? It's a tiny boat. Not a sh-ship kind of boat, a riverboat. Barely enough room for two people. I know, I saw it. W-why do you want Grayell's boat?
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Charlotte didn't look back at Chaz, holding her hand up as if to silence him.
"Enough o' your lies puss."
She waved her hand, shooing him off.
"You're a terrible liar and I know t' exact ship Swansong...this Grayell owns. Run along now."
The pirate looked up, hearing a commotion on the roof and smiled mischievously, taking a guess as to what it was. She looked to Solena and smiled, taking off towards the docks, running gracefully at full speed.
Not on her best day. Grayell was too swift, too well versed on the towns layout and simply outclassed the pirate lass. He barelled onto the docks and sprung from creaking boards to land on the Catalina's net. He rolled across it and scrambled like a cat to his feet, then quickly threw off the mooring rope. He swung over the side and pushed hard, getting her underway before leaping on board.
He dropped the sail in a hurry and yanked it to life, the Catalina shifting away from the dock.... and out of reach. He smiled then and took the wheel, bringing her about. Time to talk on his terms.
Charlotte reached the docks, pursing her lips in frustration as she watched the ship sail from her grasp. Assuming Chaz and Solena followed, she whipped around, drawing her sword and pointed it at the Cathian.
"How do you suggest we fix this problem o' mine?"
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Grayell leans with folded arms on the wheel of the cat and he smirks like a bastard. He thinks it over for a moment and then leaves the wheel to drop the anchor. He walks onto the bow and tears the rag from his head, his hair caught by the wind and sunlight. His hands rest on his hips now.
You'll be wanting to watch were you point that pig sticker miss.
Charlotte twirled around, gasping when she saw the silver haired man standing on the bow of the Catarina. The red headed lass smiled maniacally. Clearly she found the man she sought. She ran to the edge of the dock, sheathing her sword and taking a bow, her captain's hat in one hand pressed to her chest.
"Aye! Swansong I had a hunch it was you! Best come clean next time scallywag and these unfortunate entanglements can be avoided."
She put her hat back on and gestured wildly to herself, in slow lazy movements, her body swaying at a whim.
"Captain Scarlet Charlotte at your service Swansong! If you'd answered me honest, I'd have asked before tryin' t' acquisition your ship for me exploits. Pirate's promise."
Charlotte winked, blowing Grayell a kiss.
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Grayell wasn't quite impressed. Pirate women came in two flavours - crazy bitch - and crazy bitch smart enough to get what she wants. This one was a looker too.... and that made her a triple threat. His arms folded on his chest now and his face showed his dismissal of her gestures.
You'll forgive me for not entertaining the theatrics. My boat is not for charter... and I have a want to keep it from anyone who so happens to just what she's capable of. That's why she's landlocked - she's as retired as I am.
Besides. I don't believe you've had the pleasure. Have we met?
Well shit it was inevitable sooner or later. He grinned with that line. She'd not respect him if he were too proper.
"Neither o' us have had t' pleasure I'm afraid. Let's say I'm well learned, and I know much about you and your ship."
The pirate lass appeared to be genuinely enjoying herself despite the setbacks and obstacles she'd thus encountered on her journey. She nibbled the tip of her thumb, watching Swansong intently.
"Aye I expected as much. Out o' t' game for too long Swansong! I offer a proposition"
Charlotte swayed to the left, removing the captain hat and fanning herself with it in mock exhaustion.
"So hot, I really must find a way t' cool off. Whatever shall I do?"
She undid another button on her cotton white shirt, revealing a little more of herself. Charlotte giggled.
"Aft t' what I was suggestin."
She produced the treasure map, opening and holding it up for Grayell to see. The circle around Wistvale had numerous smaller circles, indicating possible spots of interest.
"For a town mostly unheard of, it's loaded with treasure. And..."
She pointed at the lake.
"I need your help reachin' it. Think Swansong, a portion o' t' booty for you, and if I ever get me sea legs again, why I'd make you Commodore Swansong! What say you?"
Grayell grinned... which grew and became a chuckle... which then led to a laugh. He shook his head before diving into the water. He broke the surface by the dock and scrambled out with alarming speed, standing beside her. He pulled his hair from his head and chest and nodded to her. He then winked at Chaz.
G'day mate.
Grayell then began to walk down the dock as if he had somewhere better to be. He raised his voice so she could hear him. It was not her best offer, no pirate ever showed their hand so quickly. But he knew how to play this game.
You're a looker sweets, no doubt about it. But if you're that damn hot, I suggest you go for a swim. Geez, if you swim well enough; you won't need my boat!
He laughed and dragged something resembling a towel off a pole at the dock's end. He turned as he wiped off his face, then his chest.
I don't need to be Commodore of anything. Thanks very much... but no.
Solena stood next to Charlott, watching the events unfold. She too had a feeling it was the man they were searching for back when they encountered him. She was amazed at the speed of the pirate, but to be retired? The stories she heard about him said a different story. Since when do pirates retire? Once a pirate, always a pirate. She stood quiet, letting Charlott do all the convincing and just kept an eye out for anything suspicious from the people around them. She was at the ready for any orders given by her trustful friend.
No competent pirate showed their hand so quickly, but Charlotte had more than what she offered up her sleeve. She whispered in Solena's ear and stretched, reveling in the view of the lake. She didn't suspect Grayell to be helpful, nor her offer catch his interest, but he did leave his boat unattended now...
"You're welcome Grayell, I must admit I'm disappointed. Perhaps t' stories were false, legends and myths...nothin' more."
At the suggestion of taking a swim, she laughed and laughed.
"Perhaps I will."
With that said, she dived into the lake, and swam towards the Catarina, satisfied with her head start.