Damned magic!, was Beau Bergeron’s thought as he watched in not-quite-shock as his arrows turned into dead leaves and twigs. His immediate reaction was to reach for the throwing knife in his boot, but as he did so, he received the gentlest touch of lips on his cheek. The purple woman had apparently decided to join them.
Even in this strange world (Hell? Limbo? Beau had long ago given up on explanations as to that idea) purple was an odd hue. She was a new factor in this game, and so with the trickster apparently wanting to ignore the aggressive outburst, Beau decided to err on the side of caution. Holding his hand slightly out as a sign to his men to cease-fire, Bergeron caught up to the newcomer.
“Why, we’d be honored for you to join us, ma chère,” Beau replied to her simply, returning her peck with a kiss of his own on her cheek as the trickster was shouting to get into the boat.
“To the boats!” Beau called out, and his men filed in past the seductress. Her tricks weren’t the ones he was concerned about, instead he hoped the antics of the servant would be a bit more controlled out on the water.
Captain Jean Lafitte III lit an oil lamp in his cabin as Jeneyeru, his brothers, and their parties entered into it. It had grown a bit dank due to the constant battering of rain and wind that had accompanied the ship. Dank, however, was Lafitte’s weather, his blood, and he was quite at home in it. It was the cramped nature of his quarters that bothered him now, with so many within it. He hadn’t anticipated the lack of room.
Motioning towards a table with a map of the waters surrounding this part of the world laid out upon it, as well as a smattering of chairs for when he held a meeting with his officers, he directed their party to join him.
“If any of you monsieurs have a map of this stronghold, I think that would be a decent start,” Lafitte said, as he put out his cigarette and rolled up the paper upon the table.