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Date Posted: 07:37:09 05/12/06 Fri
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Salty Bob
's message, "Re: Cloak and Dagger" on 08:09:07 05/11/06 Thu
X Salty Bob: See.. already ta dig right in. ::this time his smile genuine. He took the time to slide her cup back before her and began to fill it again:: But first, toast fer smooth sail'n. There be one thing is miss'n, so drinks up while I
X Salty Bob: goes deal wit problem. ::he set the bottle down.. moved to the door and once again hollerd.. Barked in ship terms:: Send ol bind man down 'ere, there be somethin I needs done. ::leaving the door open he turns back to Nim:: pardon me
X Salty Bob: as I deal wit old man.
NimTheThief: ::Nim searched her limited vocabulary of the sea but found nothing to connect this term with. The rum was like water to her, but she still made no move to drink further. There were times when even her addictions needed to be set
NimTheThief: aside in favor of a clear head. This was easily one of them. Bind...bind...she questioned internally. Bind means tie in the english tongue and anything to do with tie was not to her liking. She set back in the chair and let her arm
NimTheThief: drift lazily back under her cloak.::<e>
X Salty Bob: ye nae likes me rum? ::he moved back to the table an drank down what he had poured her:: good rum.. yer sure? ::the sound of footsteps heard coming down the hall, footsteps as in more then one man:: there 'e be. Excuse me one more
X Salty Bob: time.. last time I assure ye. ::he started back toward the door.. stops, comes back and gives Nim another smile. This time he took one of the chairs from the table and proceeded back to the door where he tossed the chair into the
X Salty Bob: hall:: ye knows what ta do, an ye best does it right. ::turning back to Nim and shuts the door:: there.. I tolds ye it would only takes moment. Now wheres were we?
NimTheThief: ::She ignored the question about his rum.:: We were at the end of my patience. ::She stood then, seeming taller than she was with her stern face and her hands upon her hips - presumably, as they were both hidden by the cloak now.::
NimTheThief: Details of the job or I leave...now. <e>
X Salty Bob: ::he took up the bottle itself, and minding his P's and Q's he would with the aid of his other hand pull out the little finger of the hand that held the bottle:: Gots ta show maners now don't we ::refering to proper table edict,
X Salty Bob: then set the bottle to his lips. A long pull from it then a drag of sleeve across lips to capture any rum that tried to run free:: Now don't get ye bloomers in pinch, I were just go'n ta tells ya. If'n yer in 'urry ta set sail, then
X Salty Bob: I's nae put stop ta ye.. doors.. ::it was then that the sound of a fiddler can be heard on the other side of that door.. two and two together.. Blind old man.. chair.. :: ahh that would be Blind Willie fine work.
NimTheThief: ::She looked confused for a moment, but then formed a theory.:: Music...to prevent eves droppers? ::she asked, looking a little respectfully at him for the first time. The grip on the two daggers below her cloak lightened some:: <e>
X Salty Bob: eves dropers? ::he had to laugh at that.. and laugh good and hard he did:: Fergive me lass.. ::his finger pointing at her as he stept back to his desk, a sidewards glance at her then laughed again:: I's knows ye in yer trade must
X Salty Bob: think ways ye does. But nae such thing need'n done on me ship. ::he rifles through a chest on the floor searching for something:: That there be reason I wanted ar meet'n ta be 'ere.. I's knows it might be 'ard fer ye ta understand..
X Salty Bob: nae one aboard me ship would even thinks of spy'n on meself.
NimTheThief: ::She let out a little breath but stopped herself from saying aloud her thoughts, which were that one 'Fetch' had taken the chance to spy, paid the price for it, yet still had summoned the nerve. Fetch might have potential later,
NimTheThief: she decided, so why remind the captain?:: Glad you feel secure, Sahib. Now for the last time...about the job? ::What in Hades was the fiddler for then? She wondered yet concentrated on what he was looking for and tried to spy out
NimTheThief: the contents of his desk for clue - any clue to this seeming madman.:: <e>
X Salty Bob: Always wit question ye ar, I's likes that. ::he tossed the scroll he dug out of the chest.. a rather large scroll, more so to show her his excellent aim, or perhaps to gauge her quick ability in dexterity:: there.. that be what I'm
X Salty Bob: after. ::it was after laid out.. a painting of a queen. Robert had turned his head toward the door and actualy looked as though conducting the tune with his hand:: I's love this 'ere part.
NimTheThief: ::She was only a little slow in catching that roll of parchment - she had to tuck her daggers away first after all. Thin fingers did indeed unroll the mystery. She had expected a map, not an illumination of a noblewoman. She rolled
NimTheThief: her eyes and shook her head.:: I do not understand. <e>
X Salty Bob: ::He seemed to be following Willies climb in tune.. Robert's eyes closed, he was indeed in rapture:.. even bringing finger to his lips as if telling her to hush. His hand again climbed through the air with each stroke to the violin
X Salty Bob: and she could tell he .. Was.. JUst.. ABOUt:: There.. ::turning toward the door:: Well done Willie. Now sumtin softer. ::no sooner said then a soft slow tune began:: I's glad ye put yer pig stickers away lass, now we can gets down
X Salty Bob: ta buisness. Between ye an meself, there be need of trust'n.
NimTheThief: ::Patience was not exactly among Nim's virtues - presuming she had any at all, yet she did enjoy music of any sort and so she let it calm her irritation with that slow minded Governor. She tapped the edge of the scroll in perfect
NimTheThief: rhythm to the notes... till he began to speak again.:: Some say trust is more valuable than love. I love no one, just so you understand. ::She told him:: Now this woman has exactly what to do with the job? <e>
X Salty Bob: ::he moved closer to her, if one would say trusting.. he would laugh at them for Robert trusted no one.. maybe his true wife, but even then he was still on guard:: nae woman.. it be what woman be wear'n bout 'er neck.
X Salty Bob: ::the painting showed a necklace worth more then her title:: As fer where an when.. I leaves that ta yerself.
NimTheThief: ::She looked closely then at the painting, yet already she was laughing inside. Nick jewellry from a queen? The pirate was indeed mad afterall. Her laughter bubbled to her lips:: You toy with me, Sahib. This is no job. It is a death
NimTheThief: sentence. Even for me.:: <e>
X Salty Bob: Now there ye would be wrong. Ye sees..
::Robert's head turned back toward the door:: Ye blind old fool, ye know's I 'ates that there tune. Ye best change tune ar I be shoot'n off nother one of yer toes. ::there was a loud squak as
X Salty Bob: bow slide across strings, a moment more and another tune began.. Robert smiled again as he turned back to nim:: Ye see.. piece of jewlery at this 'ere moment nae about 'er neck.. nae even in fancy palace.
NimTheThief: I am listening. ::she replied skeptically:: <e>
X Salty Bob: Does I 'ave ta spell it out ta ye? ::warm laugh:: I will pay ye yer ask'n price, an all ye 'ave ta do is takes it an bring it back ta me in few days.
NimTheThief: All you need to spell out...Captain ::she intoned his title like it was a curse:: is where the necklace is. ::her tongue could be even sharper than it was today, but she did not wish to push him too far as she was rather attached to
NimTheThief: her toes and even if she might be able to defend herself from his pistols, she'd next have to fight her way past his crew. She might be bold, but she was not stupid.:: <e>
X Salty Bob: ::Robert walked about his cabin.. his hand out as if directing her view as in a short tour:: Necklace already be took ::a soft laugh at the word he used:: by alli ta meself. 'er name be Jayden Smythe, captain of ship named Osprey ar
X Salty Bob: somethin akin that. I 'ave it on 'er own word that under 'er bed in chest it be. I needs ye ta look bout me own cabin.. 'er's be smaller of course, but get aboard an takes it fer me.
NimTheThief: ::She took this as invitation to wander about his cabin. The layout was memorized immediately:: You treat all your allis thusly? ::she asked with a sneer, then added:: Ah...or do you expect me not to reveal my employer should I be
NimTheThief: caught? <e>
X Salty Bob: ye just love ta pull on me leg don't ye ::Again he laughs hard as he takes up the bottle again to finish it off:: Lass.. I nae fear ye will take, if'n ye were caught I knows ye tongue be rip from ye mouth befer ye could blink, that
X Salty Bob: is if'n ye lived that long. I knows last thief tried ta board Tide, Gangrene finds 'im first an plucked out 'is gizzard befer lad knows what 'appen. ::Robert smiled as if found memory rememberd::
X Salty Bob: I meself likes ta take 'em an 'olds them over pool of sharks.. an slowly lower 'em inta water I does.
NimTheThief: Mmm... ::she responded, distantly as she set booted foot under his silky beding and lifted, just to see if HE had a chest under his bed as well, though his last comment made her pause, and not for the description of the toothy fish
NimTheThief: :: I'm so glad we have this bond of trust then... It is a pity this captain you speak of is female. This will not make it easier for me. I should increase my fee. <e>
X Salty Bob: there ye goes agin.. doubt'n yeself agin. I thinks more of ye ability then ye does yeself. ::Robert sat on the corner of the table.. more a lean:: First off ye take it that captain Smythe 'ave bed, I'e been aboard 'er ship I has
X Salty Bob: an in her cabin ta boot. Ye find nae bed likes I 'as there. Ever makes love in 'ammock befer? ::again with his laugh::
NimTheThief: ::She dropped the bedding that had rested on the point of her boot and rolled her eyes again:: Please captain, speak of something more original... besides, I prefer to control the swing of my own hips. ::she was nothing if not frank
NimTheThief: :: I suppose next I should know where Smythe is docked ::gods, even if you do not exist, let that woman's ship be docked and not upon the sea - she pleaded.:: <e>
X Salty Bob: Aye.. I bets ye swing them there 'ips of yers very well.. but that nae what I mean. Smythe sleep in 'ammock! ::Once again he assessed her, a shame he thought.. her wearing all that clothing that hid her charms:: I 'ave sent fer
X Salty Bob: Smythe.. be expect'n 'er an 'er ship any day now. Does that answer yer questions?
NimTheThief: ::She had known what he meant, that was why she asked the next logical question, yet she couldn't blame him for not exactly following the conversation. She had expected his mind to glitch with her sudden vivid imagery.:: Got it.
NimTheThief: Necklace under the hammock of one Captain Jayden Smythe of the Osprey - due into port any day now. Seems we make progress. Now just a few more answers if you can manage, Sahib... Number of crew on her ship, whom is the most
NimTheThief: dangerous among them, personal habits, I assume you would know some, of the Captain, any weaknesses she has, her preferred weapon and what you propose to do to distract her while I'm in her cabin and...::she gave him a long once
NimTheThief: over:: how long that might keep her occupied.:: <e>
X Salty Bob: Now that ar business be over fer now, yer frees ta go. Though I 'ad 'ope ye might stay an 'ave some food wit me an.. ::damn he thought, doesn't this woman ever quit with the questions.. he gave sigh:: I nae care ar even thinks twice
X Salty Bob: of 'er crew. When ye leave, looks fer Fetch.. ye knows.. one I sent ta give ye invite. ::he stands and returns to the map he was working on when she first came in.. still looking down:: I would thinks more of ye skill then ta be
X Salty Bob: 'anded details ta ye. As fer now I's got.. ::turns his head toward the door:: Stop that racket, yer done fer night old man. ::the violin stops with a squeek:: Now Nim.. ye will be paid when job done.
NimTheThief: ::She threw her hands up in frustration.:: So I am to find my own answers then? No help at all? Unless you mean Fetch is supposed to be my help. I prefer being paid half before so that my friends have coin to bury me properly with.
NimTheThief: ::she thought a moment about the offer of food. Who knew? Maybe he'd let something more useful slip if she did eat with him:: What are you having for supper, Captain? Perhaps I can be persuaded to stay. <e>
X Salty Bob: ::Robert looks up from the map to gaze at her and her antics:: Aye.. if any be keep'n tally of who be who, it be Fetch, as fer ye pay ::tosses a small purse of gems valued at a thousand gold:: I nae feel like eats now, go sit wit
X Salty Bob: Fetch, sure 'e be down wit sawbones. ::he stood to his full height.. some 6'1 or 6'2:: As soon as Smythe comes in, I gives ye.. ::holds up three fingers:: two days. Trust me.. ye nae want me send'n Gangrene ta find outs why nae why.
NimTheThief: ::She threw him a dirty look and headed for the door, intent to find the healer that Fletch was with. Might as well begin a working relationship with that one, especially with the more open threat the captain just gave her::
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