Ch. 200. The Game

Captain Jean Lafitte III bowed and took his leave along with his lookout, Ionas Farseer. Stepping outside the embassy the rain was still pouring hard, and the streets were beginning to flood. He found himself missing his duster as he splashed way forward towards the docks where La Danse Calinda was currently housed.

Curiously, unlike his hometown where levees surrounded the lower lying areas and waterways, the city of Sesus seemed to be designed to let the water simply flow along through the buildings without a care, many built on columns that allowed the current to carry through unabated.

Lightning struck and thunder rolled as a particularly strong gust made an attempt to knock him off his balance, but as muscular as he was the wind made a futile effort, and he pressed on until he’d reached the wooden planks of the pier at the docks.

Labouring his way up the ramp where the Calinda was tied off, he spotted his right-hand man, the Dwarf Larman Ogges, keeping an eye on the rigging and tying down anything that might be vulnerable to wind or surge.

“Evenin’ Captain, fruitful trip ashore?” he said. “Not like you to be being dressed normal,” he continued with a wink.

“Not by choice I assure you, but it was a fruitful trip of sorts, yes,” Lafitte replied with a smile.


Beau Bergeron had spent the day pacing his room, going over the steps of his plan. He had decided it was time to strike.  He’d scouted the area in which he’d make his move, and as the storm had begun to batter the ship and darkness fell, he smiled.

His “Captain” Jean Lafitte was making his way up the boarding plank and talking to his sniveling little dwarf. Bergeron could almost taste the air of New Orleans, away from the filthy inhabitants of this hell he’d found himself in. Still, one more performance would have to be made before the night’s activities could commence.

Braving the rain and the wind he stepped out onto the deck and bowed before Lafitte. “I hope any unpleasantries from earlier today didn’t affect the meeting with the Prince?” he began.

“No, my boy, not at all, though I don’t think you yourself made a great impression on him.” Lafitte replied.

“Good, in that case I’ll be below decks keeping any water away from supplies.” Beau said, and with a bow towards Lafitte’s nod he went down the steps near the stern into the holds.

And so the Game is on…


About Maurepas

I'm Charlie, aka, Maurepas, I write with Mura and Avayu in various RPs in Nationstates. I enjoy writing things, and the writing I do with them. I'm currently attempting to attend college, in pursuit of a Teaching Degree in History.
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