September 30th, 1523 - Venice
"So, you have news of our quarry, Andreas?" Waling down the street, with her first mate and chief navigator, Catalina felt full of energy, ready to take on the world. Ah, the day smells like opportunity.
"That two-bit smuggler, Bret Perot, claims to know where João's fleet is going. He is waiting for us at the Keg and Kettle." Andreas did not seem terribly happy, but he were rarely happy, or at least rarely showed it, so that was not the point. "I put some people watching him but I don't think it is a trap."
Cat nodded, she trusted Andreas' instincts. "Emilio, are we ready to go if his clue is good?"
The other man walking with her nodded. "I had the ships moved a distance from the lagoon, where we can catch the wind faster, and the longboat is ready." Emilio was always ready.
"Very well, let us go see Perot, then."
The walk down to the docks was a short one, and the Keg and Kettle was easy to fin. Andreas moved up ahead first, Catalina following and Emilio closing the line as they entered. The chief navigator guided the trio to a table on the back, where a thin, shifty-looking man was seated.
"Hey, Perot. The commodore is here to see you." Andreas stepped to the side, letting Catalina approach while he and Emilio watched the room. "You better not give us false information, or you will pay for it, you hear?"
Perot gave a small smile that tried to be cocky but barely scratched 'hiding how nervous I am'. "Andreas, I would not lie to you..."
Catalina eyed the man and almost sneered. Comparing Perot to a snake would be a great disservice to snakes in general. "Speak, then."
Perot smiles at Catalina, a smile that withered under her steely gaze. "Ah... well... A couple weeks ago, near Crete, I sighted a small fleet of three portuguese frigates, heading west. My ship was disguised as a portuguese merchant, so we approached and hailed them. I planned to attack them after discovering who they were, making them lower their guard first."
The lady pirate raises brows in pure disbelief: that wharf rat disguised as a sailor would not fight one against three, never. His credibility was rapidly sinking.
"Skip the bragging and get to the point, Perot." Andreas cut in, impatient; Cat silently approved.
"I am getting there." Perot did not like feeling cornered, but decided to not try to add to the story. "I started to talk with them asking where they were going. The man who answered me was none other than Rocco, João's first mate."
"And where they were going?" It was Cat's turn to cut in, her patience wearing down fast. Perot dared letting a smirk show. "That kind of information will cost you."
Cat's eyes narrowed. "I have an offer for you, then: you tell us what we want to know, now, and you will be able to walk out of here. If your information is good, you will get paid later, after we check."
The cold tone of the woman's voice made Perot go pale a bit: he was definitely not a brave man. "Ah... they said they were going to Palma..."
Cat just turns on her heel and heads to the door without another word, followed by Emilio and Andreas.
Revenge!
"That two-bit smuggler, Bret Perot, claims to know where João's fleet is going. He is waiting for us at the Keg and Kettle." Andreas did not seem terribly happy, but he were rarely happy, or at least rarely showed it, so that was not the point. "I put some people watching him but I don't think it is a trap."
Cat nodded, she trusted Andreas' instincts. "Emilio, are we ready to go if his clue is good?"
The other man walking with her nodded. "I had the ships moved a distance from the lagoon, where we can catch the wind faster, and the longboat is ready." Emilio was always ready.
"Very well, let us go see Perot, then."
The walk down to the docks was a short one, and the Keg and Kettle was easy to fin. Andreas moved up ahead first, Catalina following and Emilio closing the line as they entered. The chief navigator guided the trio to a table on the back, where a thin, shifty-looking man was seated.
"Hey, Perot. The commodore is here to see you." Andreas stepped to the side, letting Catalina approach while he and Emilio watched the room. "You better not give us false information, or you will pay for it, you hear?"
Perot gave a small smile that tried to be cocky but barely scratched 'hiding how nervous I am'. "Andreas, I would not lie to you..."
Catalina eyed the man and almost sneered. Comparing Perot to a snake would be a great disservice to snakes in general. "Speak, then."
Perot smiles at Catalina, a smile that withered under her steely gaze. "Ah... well... A couple weeks ago, near Crete, I sighted a small fleet of three portuguese frigates, heading west. My ship was disguised as a portuguese merchant, so we approached and hailed them. I planned to attack them after discovering who they were, making them lower their guard first."
The lady pirate raises brows in pure disbelief: that wharf rat disguised as a sailor would not fight one against three, never. His credibility was rapidly sinking.
"Skip the bragging and get to the point, Perot." Andreas cut in, impatient; Cat silently approved.
"I am getting there." Perot did not like feeling cornered, but decided to not try to add to the story. "I started to talk with them asking where they were going. The man who answered me was none other than Rocco, João's first mate."
"And where they were going?" It was Cat's turn to cut in, her patience wearing down fast. Perot dared letting a smirk show. "That kind of information will cost you."
Cat's eyes narrowed. "I have an offer for you, then: you tell us what we want to know, now, and you will be able to walk out of here. If your information is good, you will get paid later, after we check."
The cold tone of the woman's voice made Perot go pale a bit: he was definitely not a brave man. "Ah... they said they were going to Palma..."
Cat just turns on her heel and heads to the door without another word, followed by Emilio and Andreas.
Revenge!