Captain Jean Lafitte III raised an eyebrow at the young…he had a momentary memory lapse of her name. Lotye! That was it, he thought, “Well, I wouldn’t underestimate our band of Privateers either, we can be quite the commotion ourselves.”
He’d directed his statement towards the Prince, but the Selkie was busy writing away on his note, looking somewhat distressed. Well, as distressed as the perennially confident Peino could look.
Lafitte knew that the Prince wasn’t fond of his First Mate, but there was no one else in his view. Ionas was needed on the ship, the lookout was essential, and there were few others he would trust as implicitly as the Assassin, save maybe Mr. Ogges. But the Dwarf wasn’t present, having been left in charge of the ship, as well as the fact that in Beau’s absence, his duties would likely be taken over by Larman Ogges himself.
That left Beau, in Lafitte’s view, whether the Selkie Prince was on board with the idea or not.
But in his reverie the…others was the only way he could think of the strange purple woman and his Lookout’s newfound faction within the group…began voicing other concerns.
“Well that’s the point of the double feint,” Lafitte responded, “In my view I don’t think we’re after conquering the mountain itself, at least for myself I have no intention of adding to the Grand Navigators’ territory, and unless I miss my guess, neither do the brothers.”
“No, we’re after something more specific, and both commotions will mask our real objective. The question is, do we know what we’re after there and where it is? Presumably the rest of the Daemon Arcana is present there, or are we there to make an arrest? It’s not so big a distinction, but it affects whether we are going for a kill and steal, or taking them alive.”
“Wouldn’t want another Sesus, would we?” Lafitte finished, puffing on his cigarette.