A Benevolent Cause
Just
to make things abundantly clear she did just destroy a perfectly expensive
couch. She took a knife to the red
jacquard fabric with the gold acanthus
leaf embroidery. The only halfway decent
thing in the whole damn airship. To let
a woman like Juliet Idonia Keavney Payn on board a ship such as your own was a
sure way to bring ruin to even The Hellish Poisin of Atlantis. Would you have thought she would take so much
offense at being rescued from the clutches of Krioål? (Or rather some thugs who intended to introduce the two of them in a rather sanguine manner) You acknowledge her
nobility and let her have the run of command
quarters while you command your crew to make a clean getaway. Granted she never really got a chance to meet
big K and we only had to subdue a half dozen of his minions. She should have had a clue! They call him
Krioål the Render for a reason; you have good cause to be alarmed! Apparently he rends things and err... people! What he would have
planned for the noble child of the sleeping wolves could not be any thing but
dire.
After
two weeks aloft things have calmed down.
You have become more acquainted with your small crew and, she has
remained mostly invisible though Juliet has came out for the occasional meal
with the crew. They have taken to calling her “Lady Jules” despite her dislike
for such a Sobriquet. Usually your
cook Dillon brings a tray to her and
usually tries to take her requests in mind when preparing in
order to both lessen the work load and placate the VIP. Dillon came on board originally as a
mechanic. You might remember the first
time we had engine trouble after he came onboard. He claimed that the problem was that we were
suffering from a “puff-corned carburetor”. You gave him a puzzled look and
explained that because of the altitude a carburetor would be less than
effective which is why the airship's engines are not carbureted. Fortunately he was able to help out in the
galley and took over for Deidre when she was forced to leave the crew. You now have a top notch cook but are still
uncertain why he wanted to get a job as a mechanic when it seems Dillon is a
cook that any captain would fight for. You have quite the meal awaiting this evening
as Jules will join the crew it seems.
She
entered the room with much of the grace befitting her social rank. You
recognize the status exchange as usual but mention nothing. If she feels like treating you as an
underling and not an equal that is her business and none of yours. Juliet sits down and there is awkward silence
for a good ten minutes. The coffee and
slices of a rather decadent looking cake are served.
Juliet
finally speaks “What may I ask is this?”
“Blackout
Loaf” Dillon had to turn around in order to reply “I did try to dress it up a
little with swirls of caramel and shaved almonds!”
“This
dessert is brilliant!” Juliet rotates to face you “how did you manage to find
such a great cook?”
Surprised
by her sudden willingness to converse you reply in an uneasy tone “I assure you
ma'am it was completely by accident.” you observe that several members of the
crew including Rusty the new propulsionist nod in agreement.
“My stay on board has been.... unexpected.”
“How.”
you are curious of course as to the expectations of Juliet who has been acting
the part of a snotty noble.
“Well
your ship is called The Poison of Atlantis or something like that?”
“Actually
it's The Hellish Poisin of Atlantis.” (you make a dramatic pause) “You see Poisin has two ayes not two ohs.”
“What
difference does it make? Poison or Poisin, they are similar enough.”
“Deferring
to your nobility I will leave that be then.”
“Alright
If your ship is called The Hellish Poisin of Atlantis then you must be
pirates?”
“Some
might call us that.”
“Some
might call us a load of filthy flying bastards!” Jane Callan our navigator
shouted out.
You
turn to glare at Jane while she goes back to hiding behind a mug of coarse ale
that the crew brews onboard from whatever is convenient. “Some call us that as
well but I tend to prefer that we be called multidisciplinary entrepreneurial
merchants.”
Juliet
looks both concerned and confused “So... abuse of captives is not the standard
operating procedure for your crew?”
You
have a puzzled look on your face as well. “Ma'am I believe you have us confused
with the Royal Air Corps that seems to be how they operate.” (You laugh a little at your own joke.) “Anyway
where is the captive?”
“Am
I not your captive? You do intend to ransom me?”
“No
not exactly we were going to return you home; though, now that you mention
ransom it might be a good idea. How much do you think your family would give
for your safe release?”
“You
are joking?” She looked concerned again.
“Yes
we will be within the Divine Principality soon, in 14 days we will return you
to Casswater.” You did not think it fair
to offer that you had agreed to accept a bounty for her safe return. You mumble something about foiling Krioål
being reward enough. you feel that the conversation is becoming hollow and so you stop talking.
Juliet
returns to Command Quarters and locks the door.
In about 18 days you leave her at Casswater. You take the payment for her return which
prompts her to throw a fit. You return
to your ship and leave. Business is business.
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