In the Swagger Inn, the music was flowing, and the drinks were loud. Not loud enough, however, to drown out the sound of a growled threat for one poor lackey.
"Listen," Captain Negaduck felt he was being very charitably clear despite his increasing urge to brutalise something. "I need a ship, and if you don't know who can get me one, find me someone who can."
Letting the poor sod go - which meant more like flinging him half away across the tavern - the fiend settled down to wait.
The wretched cushiony booths were comfortable enough, but he was impatient.
Freedom felt good. The stolen gold in his jacket felt even better.
But he wanted so much more than that.
[[Followed on from the events around the Duchess of Disaster. Mostly reserved for myself and Ariana but open to pitches. PG-13, mentions of booze, dancing, standard Negaduck violence and debauchery.]]