Scrum was right the place is deserted and very quiet, she can just about hear the crew up above her head, its is dark down here and spooky, Dru shivers.

There are only two cabin’s and the first one she opens has just a bed and a table, it looks like it has been slept in recently, she curses and tries the other door and smiles triumphantly as she enters the room, there are chests stacked all along one wall andshe darts across the room and starts to rummage through each trunk pulling out gowns and throwing them on the floor with disgust, she will have all the gowns she wants when she gets the gold, not some awful hand me downs. She hurriedly pulls the chests away and grins as the small chest is revealed, hidden almost at back, it is beautifully carved with all manner of strange creatures So Scrum ye were telling the truth. She slowly opens the chest, holding her breath as she does and nearly cries out at the sight, it is full of gold coins and they dazzle her with their brilliance and she takes out the money and let them trickle between her fingers So the stories are true about pirates and treasure and Drusilla my girl will be rich, no more working in taverns and scraping for a living for you she slams the chest shut and lifts it up, its is surprisingly light and she kicks the gowns on the floor out of the way and barely containing her excitement heads up towards the main deck, being careful not to be seen and covering the chest with the folds of her dress, Scrum is stood their waiting as promised, she gives him a wink and jumps into the boat and once in the water starts to row away, Scrum is watching her from the boat and for some strange reason he is waving at her and smiling, which annoys her immensely, so she yells up to him *Pleasure doing business with ye Scrum, No offence but I really hope we don’t meet again, ye ugly bastard and just fer the record, we didn’t fuck my dear. I wouldn’t touch ye if ye was the last man on earth! *She cackles and rows away back towards the shore…

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He quickly dresses and heads out on deck, it is very warm but he whistles happily even despite the heat. Then he spots in the corner of his eye the wench from the tavern, she is currently leaning agianst the railing, flirting with one one of the crew, he had hoped she had gone back to the shore by…

*Dru loops her arm around Scrum’s and gives him flirtacious smile and leads him abelow deck* Well good mornin’ Scrum me darlin’ where did you get to last night? Ye left me all alone, which was mean of ye. Saw ye with another woman, is that ye wife? An’ I see she is with child* *She grabs his hand and digs her nails into his skin and gives him a malicious grin, this will be even easier than she thought as Scrum will no doubt do anything she asks to save his own skin* Ye never said anythin’ about a wife the other night now did ye? What would she say if she knew about our little encounter eh? don’t think she’d be right pleased and in her condition too.

*Scrum is sweating again and wishes the wench would just go away and he pulls her further below decks whee there is no crew, he will have to deal with this, its his mess afterall* Listen lass, whatever happened between us, it was one of those things, I didn’t mean te lead ye on or nuthin’ and I’m sorry…I love Pep and will be a dad soon, so what if ye just left eh? Went back te the shore and forget it ever happened?

*She leans against a bunk, her arms crossed and scowls at him* Ye think ye can just get rid of me Scrum? *Then she walks over to him and drapes her arms around his shoulders and purrs into his ear* Ye see it just doesn’t work that way my lovely, maybe we can come te some arrangment eh? I promise not te tell yer lady friend about yer infidelity and ye give me all the gold ye have, seems like a fair deal te me, see me as doin’ ye a favour, as we don’t want ye kid growing up without a daddy now do we?

*He pushes her away and clenches his fists* ye nasty little bitch, I would be calling that blackmail, ye will be getting nothin…*Then he stops as a realisation hits him, this has all been a ruse, a trick to get his gold, he now doubts very much that he did anything with this woman, he knows himself that he usually passes out after too much alcohol and is usually incapapble of anything. He remembers now her expression when she saw the gold he threw on the table and the greed in her eyes and a idea hits him and he has to stop himself from grinning, right now she thinks she has the upper hand, so he decides to play along* Uh lass…please don’t go to Pep I beg of ye, you will ruin me life if ye do* He pretends to look beaten and sags his shoulders* Ye can have me gold, all of it, just just don’t tell anyone what happened.

*She grins and gives him a kiss on the cheek* thats a good boy Scrum, do what I tell ye an’ I will be gone before ye know it an’ ye can go back te playing happy families with ye lady friend an’ she will be none the wiser *she rubs her hands together at the thought of all the money* now where’s yer gold?

mr-scrum:

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mr-scrum:

He quickly dresses and heads out on deck, it is very warm but he whistles happily even despite the heat. Then he spots in the corner of his eye the wench from the tavern, she is currently leaning agianst the railing, flirting with one one of the crew, he had hoped she had gone back to the shore by…

*Dru loops her arm around Scrum’s and gives him flirtacious smile and leads him abelow deck* Well good mornin’ Scrum me darlin’ where did you get to last night? Ye left me all alone, which was mean of ye. Saw ye with another woman, is that ye wife? An’ I see she is with child* *She grabs his hand and digs her nails into his skin and gives him a malicious grin, this will be even easier than she thought as Scrum will no doubt do anything she asks to save his own skin* Ye never said anythin’ about a wife the other night now did ye? What would she say if she knew about our little encounter eh? don’t think she’d be right pleased and in her condition too.

*Scrum is sweating again and wishes the wench would just go away and he pulls her further below decks whee there is no crew, he will have to deal with this, its his mess afterall* Listen lass, whatever happened between us, it was one of those things, I didn’t mean te lead ye on or nuthin’ and I’m sorry…I love Pep and will be a dad soon, so what if ye just left eh? Went back te the shore and forget it ever happened?

*She leans against a bunk, her arms crossed and scowls at him* Ye think ye can just get rid of me Scrum? *Then she walks over to him and drapes her arms around his shoulders and purrs into his ear* Ye see it just doesn’t work that way my lovely, maybe we can come te some arrangment eh? I promise not te tell yer lady friend about yer infidelity and ye give me all the gold ye have, seems like a fair deal te me, see me as doin’ ye a favour, as we don’t want ye kid growing up without a daddy now do we?

mr-scrum:

He quickly dresses and heads out on deck, it is very warm but he whistles happily even despite the heat. Then he spots in the corner of his eye the wench from the tavern, she is currently leaning agianst the railing, flirting with one one of the crew, he had hoped she had gone back to the shore by…

*Dru loops her arm around Scrum’s and gives him flirtacious smile and leads him abelow deck* Well good mornin’ Scrum me darlin’ where did you get to last night? Ye left me all alone, which was mean of ye. Saw ye with another woman, is that ye wife? An’ I see she is with child* *She grabs his hand and digs her nails into his skin and gives him a malicious grin, this will be even easier than she thought as Scrum will no doubt do anything she asks to save his own skin* Ye never said anythin’ about a wife the other night now did ye? What would she say if she knew about our little encounter eh? don’t think she’d be right pleased and in her condition too.

mr-scrum:

aspoonfulofpepper:

She was not ready to go out searching for Scrum yet. She needed to think about what she was going to say so she didn’t make a fool of herself. Of course, all through the night she’d been scripting the earful she wanted to give him, but it slowly dawned on her that she really had only prepared…

Scrum groans and slowly opens his eyes, he feels like he has been hit by a cannonball and he slowly sits up, having been laid on the floor below decks and instantly regrets it as a wave of nausea hits him, making his stomach lurch* What did I do last night/…holy hell Then he notices a strange woman laid beside him and he starts to panic Shit, shit…who the bloody hell is she? *The woman stirs beside him and her eyes flicker open and she props her self up on her elbow and grins at him and quips cheerfully Mornin Sailor! and he starts to feel even more sick, he knows he was drunk last night but he can always keep some control over his actions, he tries to keep the panic from his voice as he speaks * Erm lass…who are ye again?

*She puts on a hurt expression and pouts* Don’t ye even remember me Scrum? Well thats a fine thing, ye whispered sweet nothin’s into me ear all night me darlin’ and said ye would take me away and marry me…now ye is bein’ so cruel *she starts to sob, they are only crocodile tears, she has perfected them over the years. The real truth was that Scrum had been so drunk that he could barely walk last night and she had rowed them back to the ship and carried him back onto the boat. The few crew that had been around  hadn’t even raised an eybrow as she dragged him snoring below decks but he wasn’t to know that as far as he was concerned, they had slept together. All she thought about was his gold and how she could get her hands on it* so my lovely Scrum, ye havn’t gone back on yer promise have ye? I hope ye ain’t the kinda man who just uses girls like me for yer own pleasure *she starts to cry again and wring her hands*

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mr-scrum:

Me names Scrum an’ I’m one of the crew from the Revenge, ye mighta seen me ship just off the shore, thought I would come and see the sights, ye know what Eygpt has te offer. He takes another drink of rum and turns on the charm* An’ from what I seem so far, the sights are rather…

*Oh don’t worry Scrum* she accentuated his name, letting it roll on her tongue and then poured them both another drink* You are a very special customer, I knew it when ye walked in the door, the other girls will take care of that drunken mob, so apart from the sights as you say, what else brings you here? I have heard of the Revenge, it is a fearsome ship, ye must be a terrible and wicked pirate to be part of its crew *she leans fowards and licks her lips* I like wicked…and rich

*He laughs at her words* I ain’t really that wicked lass, although the pirate life suits me fine, got me freedom, got all the rum I can drink an’ plenty of adventure. His eyes light up at the thought of finding treasure and he smiles *It don’t suit everyone though, some find it too harsh and cruel, all that time at sea, without…ahem, a womans touch

By now Pep was huffing with rage, fists clenched and teeth grinding together. A man nearby loked up and spotted her, but she did not hear whatever comment he made over the sound of her own blood boiling. She took a step forward but once more restrained herself. They were just talking at the moment, and some masochistic part of her wanted to see if they did anything else before she stormed off back to the ship upset. At least then she’d know the whole story.

*Dru stands up and glides around the table and slides onto his lap and breathes in his face* You poor dear, all that time without a woman, such a pity *she plays with his hair, spiralling it around her finger and then hands him a drink, here Scrum, have another drink, my name is Drusillia but you can call me Dru, I couln’t help but noticed all that gold you had* she placed the other hand on his chest and smiled at him* I have never seen a coin like it…

mr-scrum:

Me names Scrum an’ I’m one of the crew from the Revenge, ye mighta seen me ship just off the shore, thought I would come and see the sights, ye know what Eygpt has te offer. He takes another drink of rum and turns on the charm* An’ from what I seem so far, the sights are rather…

*Oh don’t worry Scrum* she accentuated his name, letting it roll on her tongue and then poured them both another drink* You are a very special customer, I knew it when ye walked in the door, the other girls will take care of that drunken mob, so apart from the sights as you say, what else brings you here? I have heard of the Revenge, it is a fearsome ship, ye must be a terrible and wicked pirate to be part of its crew *she leans fowards and licks her lips* I like wicked…and rich

aspoonfulofpepper:

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*He was wondering whether to go se Pep or not, he had the feeling he had somehow upset her or she was avoiding him, he put it down to being pregnant, he knew that a breeding woman sometimes had funny moods but pep seemed to be constantly moody and cross. He sighed deciding to go…

*He scowled and scratched his chin, not sure as to whether to go or stay, he was a little confused by her words* What are ye talking about love? What pretty friend? *then the penny drops, Pep must mean Tamara the Mermaid that he met from the other night* Don’t be silly love, I was just talkin’ to her

“Well go talk to her some more!” he kicked the curtain again harder this time, clearly wanting to kick him in the leg. “Sure as fuck ain’t gonnae get much conversation out of me. Go talk ta the pretty, happy an’ skinny wee girl. In fact I dinnae care what you do,”

Pep rolled over to face the curtain, scowling at it as if she were looking at him.
“just get the fuck outtae my cabin Scrum. Just leave me alone fer a while.”

*Her hostile tone makes him scowl even deeper and he huffs in anger* Well if thats how ye feel, yer moody cow then I’ll leave ye te wallow in yer own misery…jealousy don’t suit ye Pep, is a sin ye know! *He turns and stomps out of the cabin and bck up on deck, his mood is black now and he just wants to get drunk but not with the crew this time, he saunters over to the longboats to the three men who are guarding the boats and gives them each a gold coin to keep quiet He puts his fingers to his lips* Not a word te Pep eh lads or I’ll happily have Butcher take that money back, ye get me? *The men nod and lower him down into the water when he starts to row towards the shore, it isn’t far and he soon makes landfall in a small harbour. Leaving his boat, he strolls into town taking in the sights and sounds, traders yelling loudly and hawking their wares, locals sat puffing on hookah pipes filling the air with the sweet smelling tobbacco. What Scrum really wants is a drink or seven. He spots a faded sign hanging above a building with dirty walls and some dead palms outside, there is the sound of laughter and the clinking of cups coming from within. The sign reads ‘Welcome to the Camel and Sails, best bar in Cairo’ Scrum grins and heads inside..

Pepper ignored him for a moment, laying still and letting her anger boil over. Several moments after he had gone, she sat up and wiped her cheeks to get some of the kohl away, before pushing her way through the heavy curtain and standing barefoot in her room. SHe felt like crying, but held it back and instead yanked her boots on. He was notgoing to get away with calling her a sinner. Sex before marriage was a sin and he didn’t seem to mind that. No, he wasn’t getting the last word.

Aware that her face was still a mess, she pulled a think cloak from under he bed and drew it over her, pulling the hood up and marching out of the room. She spotted three mnen by the longboats and as soon as they saw her, an awkward silence hit them. Snarling, Pep was about the walk past them when she noticed a boat quickly rowing to shore. Of course it was Scrum, and she knew exactly where he’d be headed.
“You lower this feckin’ longboat now” she hissed to the men, pointing to a boat nearby. She climbed in and they lowered her into the water, Pep’s anger overriding any hitn of exhaustion she felt.

Dru walks across the tavern, holding up a tray full of of drinks in her hand, balancing itperfectly, the bar is busy tonight, full of raucous and very drunk patrons.Each of the men try to grope her behind as she passes and she swats each one of them playfully, handing them their drinks* now then lads, try that again and I’ll break yer fingers. She spins around as she hears the door open and looks at the newcomer, maybe he is one of the pirates from the three ships currently floating off shore, she has seen their tall masts from the town, she gives him her trademark welcoming smile* Evenin’ sailor, what will it be then?

*Scrum gives the pretty barmaid a grin, she is slim with long brown hair and has a fine pair of breasts which he finds him self staring at, he finally pulls his eyes away and sits down at an empty table and pulls a handful of gold from his pockets and throws it on the table, it is the gold that Mia gave to him and Pep and he feels he might as well spend it now as he is not sure if Pep still wants to be with him anymore, their future now uncertain, he pushes his worries to the back of his mind, concentrating on the buxom wench before him and he grins at her* Just keep the rum coming lass and I’ll have some grub too, the best food ye have

Pep quickly felt her arms and back ache as she rowed, and kept her eyes forward, deciding it would go quicker if she did not constantly check how far she was. Scrum had lonf disappeared by the time she reached the shore and stumble out of the boat, keeping her body and face covered by the cloak, and she looked around before marching into the port, ignoring people trying to sell her things. She spotted a grubby little tavern and it seemed to be the only one in the immediate area. Scrum would definately be getting drunk, and she was not going to let him enjoy it. Pushing the door open rather violently, she quickly slipped along the wall, avoiding being seen by any staff lest they try to get her to order a drink. That wasn’t what she was here for. The heat and the smell in here was turning her stomach, but she weaved in among people, eyes wide and scanning for Scrum. Luckily, her cloak seemed to hide her gender and few were bothered by her moving around and behind them, as she did not push anyone and was gone quickly.

*Dru eyes the gold greedily, it is more money than she has ever seen and a strange looking coin with strange animals etched onto each one, with one swift movement she sweeps the money onto her tray and gives him a wink* Aye sailor, this will pay for all the rum ye will need an’ then some, I will getcha a bottle and a glass *She turns and walks away, swinging her hips as she walks, she can feel his eyes on her and smirks as she heads up to the bar and leans against the wall and speaks to the barman* We got a strange fella in tonight, look at the gold he has but he don’t look like some snooty lord or nuthin’. He dresses like a pirate an’ smells like one, maybe this one found his treasure* she laughs and shoves the gold in his hands *We keep him drinking an’ I will make him feel like a king an’ maybe he will show us where his treasure is eh?

*He sits back in his chair and watches the barmaid walk away, concious that he is staring at another woman, she seems to be making idle conversation with the barkeep and then heads back towards him, with a bottle of rum and two glasses on the tray, as she places the rum nd glasses on the table, he can smell her perfume *UH…lass I’m drinkin’ alone tonight, ye can take that glass away* the woman winks at him and sit opposite and pours out two shots of rum…

Spotting Scrum from behind, Pep nestled in behind a few men drinking and watched as he sat down, a pretty barmaid coming up with a bottle of rum and…two glasses. Hissing quietly, Pep screwed her face up and drifted along the wall for a few feet to get a better view. She had a mind to go stomping over there ow and smash one of those fucking glasses over his head, but held herself back. She did not want to get caught up in the fray if it started a full-on bar fight. Instead she watched from the shadows, narrow eyes looking over both Scrum and his attractive new ladyfriend.

*With slow and deliberate movements she pours the rum and pushes the glass towards him and picks up her own glass, knocking back the rum in one gulp, she wipes her mouth* So…why are ye drinkin alone Sailor, ye don’t seem much like these drunken fools behind me* she sighs as suddenly a small fight breaks out in the corner of the tavern and the table is upturned, punches are exchanged and the four brawlers are dragged out of the bar by the hired muscle and it all took amtter of minutes* I need a change of career * she turns her attentions back to the pirate, the rich pirate. *Ye shouldn’t be drinkin’ alone sailor, whats yer name by the way?

aspoonfulofpepper:

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aspoonfulofpepper:

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mr-scrum:

*He was wondering whether to go se Pep or not, he had the feeling he had somehow upset her or she was avoiding him, he put it down to being pregnant, he knew that a breeding woman sometimes had funny moods but pep seemed to be constantly moody and cross. He sighed deciding to go…

*He scowled and scratched his chin, not sure as to whether to go or stay, he was a little confused by her words* What are ye talking about love? What pretty friend? *then the penny drops, Pep must mean Tamara the Mermaid that he met from the other night* Don’t be silly love, I was just talkin’ to her

“Well go talk to her some more!” he kicked the curtain again harder this time, clearly wanting to kick him in the leg. “Sure as fuck ain’t gonnae get much conversation out of me. Go talk ta the pretty, happy an’ skinny wee girl. In fact I dinnae care what you do,”

Pep rolled over to face the curtain, scowling at it as if she were looking at him.
“just get the fuck outtae my cabin Scrum. Just leave me alone fer a while.”

*Her hostile tone makes him scowl even deeper and he huffs in anger* Well if thats how ye feel, yer moody cow then I’ll leave ye te wallow in yer own misery…jealousy don’t suit ye Pep, is a sin ye know! *He turns and stomps out of the cabin and bck up on deck, his mood is black now and he just wants to get drunk but not with the crew this time, he saunters over to the longboats to the three men who are guarding the boats and gives them each a gold coin to keep quiet He puts his fingers to his lips* Not a word te Pep eh lads or I’ll happily have Butcher take that money back, ye get me? *The men nod and lower him down into the water when he starts to row towards the shore, it isn’t far and he soon makes landfall in a small harbour. Leaving his boat, he strolls into town taking in the sights and sounds, traders yelling loudly and hawking their wares, locals sat puffing on hookah pipes filling the air with the sweet smelling tobbacco. What Scrum really wants is a drink or seven. He spots a faded sign hanging above a building with dirty walls and some dead palms outside, there is the sound of laughter and the clinking of cups coming from within. The sign reads ‘Welcome to the Camel and Sails, best bar in Cairo’ Scrum grins and heads inside..

Pepper ignored him for a moment, laying still and letting her anger boil over. Several moments after he had gone, she sat up and wiped her cheeks to get some of the kohl away, before pushing her way through the heavy curtain and standing barefoot in her room. SHe felt like crying, but held it back and instead yanked her boots on. He was notgoing to get away with calling her a sinner. Sex before marriage was a sin and he didn’t seem to mind that. No, he wasn’t getting the last word.

Aware that her face was still a mess, she pulled a think cloak from under he bed and drew it over her, pulling the hood up and marching out of the room. She spotted three mnen by the longboats and as soon as they saw her, an awkward silence hit them. Snarling, Pep was about the walk past them when she noticed a boat quickly rowing to shore. Of course it was Scrum, and she knew exactly where he’d be headed.
“You lower this feckin’ longboat now” she hissed to the men, pointing to a boat nearby. She climbed in and they lowered her into the water, Pep’s anger overriding any hitn of exhaustion she felt.

Dru walks across the tavern, holding up a tray full of of drinks in her hand, balancing itperfectly, the bar is busy tonight, full of raucous and very drunk patrons.Each of the men try to grope her behind as she passes and she swats each one of them playfully, handing them their drinks* now then lads, try that again and I’ll break yer fingers. She spins around as she hears the door open and looks at the newcomer, maybe he is one of the pirates from the three ships currently floating off shore, she has seen their tall masts from the town, she gives him her trademark welcoming smile* Evenin’ sailor, what will it be then?

*Scrum gives the pretty barmaid a grin, she is slim with long brown hair and has a fine pair of breasts which he finds him self staring at, he finally pulls his eyes away and sits down at an empty table and pulls a handful of gold from his pockets and throws it on the table, it is the gold that Mia gave to him and Pep and he feels he might as well spend it now as he is not sure if Pep still wants to be with him anymore, their future now uncertain, he pushes his worries to the back of his mind, concentrating on the buxom wench before him and he grins at her* Just keep the rum coming lass and I’ll have some grub too, the best food ye have

Pep quickly felt her arms and back ache as she rowed, and kept her eyes forward, deciding it would go quicker if she did not constantly check how far she was. Scrum had lonf disappeared by the time she reached the shore and stumble out of the boat, keeping her body and face covered by the cloak, and she looked around before marching into the port, ignoring people trying to sell her things. She spotted a grubby little tavern and it seemed to be the only one in the immediate area. Scrum would definately be getting drunk, and she was not going to let him enjoy it. Pushing the door open rather violently, she quickly slipped along the wall, avoiding being seen by any staff lest they try to get her to order a drink. That wasn’t what she was here for. The heat and the smell in here was turning her stomach, but she weaved in among people, eyes wide and scanning for Scrum. Luckily, her cloak seemed to hide her gender and few were bothered by her moving around and behind them, as she did not push anyone and was gone quickly.

*Dru eyes the gold greedily, it is more money than she has ever seen and a strange looking coin with strange animals etched onto each one, with one swift movement she sweeps the money onto her tray and gives him a wink* Aye sailor, this will pay for all the rum ye will need an’ then some, I will getcha a bottle and a glass *She turns and walks away, swinging her hips as she walks, she can feel his eyes on her and smirks as she heads up to the bar and leans against the wall and speaks to the barman* We got a strange fella in tonight, look at the gold he has but he don’t look like some snooty lord or nuthin’. He dresses like a pirate an’ smells like one, maybe this one found his treasure* she laughs and shoves the gold in his hands *We keep him drinking an’ I will make him feel like a king an’ maybe he will show us where his treasure is eh?

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*He was wondering whether to go se Pep or not, he had the feeling he had somehow upset her or she was avoiding him, he put it down to being pregnant, he knew that a breeding woman sometimes had funny moods but pep seemed to be constantly moody and cross. He sighed deciding to go…

*He scowled and scratched his chin, not sure as to whether to go or stay, he was a little confused by her words* What are ye talking about love? What pretty friend? *then the penny drops, Pep must mean Tamara the Mermaid that he met from the other night* Don’t be silly love, I was just talkin’ to her

“Well go talk to her some more!” he kicked the curtain again harder this time, clearly wanting to kick him in the leg. “Sure as fuck ain’t gonnae get much conversation out of me. Go talk ta the pretty, happy an’ skinny wee girl. In fact I dinnae care what you do,”

Pep rolled over to face the curtain, scowling at it as if she were looking at him.
“just get the fuck outtae my cabin Scrum. Just leave me alone fer a while.”

*Her hostile tone makes him scowl even deeper and he huffs in anger* Well if thats how ye feel, yer moody cow then I’ll leave ye te wallow in yer own misery…jealousy don’t suit ye Pep, is a sin ye know! *He turns and stomps out of the cabin and bck up on deck, his mood is black now and he just wants to get drunk but not with the crew this time, he saunters over to the longboats to the three men who are guarding the boats and gives them each a gold coin to keep quiet He puts his fingers to his lips* Not a word te Pep eh lads or I’ll happily have Butcher take that money back, ye get me? *The men nod and lower him down into the water when he starts to row towards the shore, it isn’t far and he soon makes landfall in a small harbour. Leaving his boat, he strolls into town taking in the sights and sounds, traders yelling loudly and hawking their wares, locals sat puffing on hookah pipes filling the air with the sweet smelling tobbacco. What Scrum really wants is a drink or seven. He spots a faded sign hanging above a building with dirty walls and some dead palms outside, there is the sound of laughter and the clinking of cups coming from within. The sign reads ‘Welcome to the Camel and Sails, best bar in Cairo’ Scrum grins and heads inside..

Pepper ignored him for a moment, laying still and letting her anger boil over. Several moments after he had gone, she sat up and wiped her cheeks to get some of the kohl away, before pushing her way through the heavy curtain and standing barefoot in her room. SHe felt like crying, but held it back and instead yanked her boots on. He was notgoing to get away with calling her a sinner. Sex before marriage was a sin and he didn’t seem to mind that. No, he wasn’t getting the last word.

Aware that her face was still a mess, she pulled a think cloak from under he bed and drew it over her, pulling the hood up and marching out of the room. She spotted three mnen by the longboats and as soon as they saw her, an awkward silence hit them. Snarling, Pep was about the walk past them when she noticed a boat quickly rowing to shore. Of course it was Scrum, and she knew exactly where he’d be headed.
“You lower this feckin’ longboat now” she hissed to the men, pointing to a boat nearby. She climbed in and they lowered her into the water, Pep’s anger overriding any hitn of exhaustion she felt.

Dru walks across the tavern, holding up a tray full of of drinks in her hand, balancing itperfectly, the bar is busy tonight, full of raucous and very drunk patrons.Each of the men try to grope her behind as she passes and she swats each one of them playfully, handing them their drinks* now then lads, try that again and I’ll break yer fingers. She spins around as she hears the door open and looks at the newcomer, maybe he is one of the pirates from the three ships currently floating off shore, she has seen their tall masts from the town, she gives him her trademark welcoming smile* Evenin’ sailor, what will it be then?