"Well, much news indeed Mister Flint." Ash refilled the men's cups they had soberly drawn from during Flint's tale. Preston watched her move in and among the tight spaces very much like the pooka.
Christopher Tucker was the first to inquire more about Joshua Wellings condition. To which, Bill Flint said he had no knowledge other than he was beaten badly. Nicholas was next to prod him about the whereabouts of dev Oven since the search was never fully carried out. Again Flint was unable to pronounce any futher information on his whereabouts. Cut-throat huffed and let his feelings be known of the now fruitless trip to St. Pierre. Alder Wenge, ever the voice of reason, explained softly that although one search may have been fruitless, Mister Wellings was found alive.
"And what o' Ajayi?" Preston inquired.
"Sadly, I cannot report any sightings."
"A man o' Ajayi's size kinnnot jus' go missin'" stated the ships Cox'un, "strange things here Mister Pew."
"Ah, none o' that Mister Brisbane. Jus' another blow dealt by den Oven' hand. That 's all."
The men prognosticated on what could have happened to the Dutch Captain. Each tale wilder than the next, yet not so much as to be untrue. As second cup drained, Mister Flint asked to be dismissed as he had had a trying time ashore and was in the need of rest and victuals. Mister Brocke was dismissed as well to assist the master-at-arms in stowing arms from Mister Flint's marines while ashore. Preston asked Ash to see what Charlie still had warm below for those marines. She bent in mid curtsy, but caught herself and replied with a simple, "Aye sir."
Preston asked the other officers to remain as to discuss the evening's meet with the Navarra.
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Navigation Log of the Lucy:
Direction: At sea, heading SSW
Speed: 11 knots
Wind: Moderate Northeasterly breeze, small waves 1m high, some whitecaps