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Esmond had been sent in search of a suitable tree for a ship mast, for the front mast of the Crimson Eel had been snapped off in the violent storm. "Too twisted...  too thin... too gnarled... too heavy...  could that one work?" he muttered to himself as he walked.  He headed toward the one that looked like perhaps it might work, but paused as he heard what sounded like female voices.

He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, so moved forward quietly.  If he'd found the runaway slaves, there might be a bonus gold piece in it for him.  He spotted the pair quickly enough getting a drink from a small body of water filled by a short waterfall.  The sound of the running water helped mask any noise he made as he approached them. He might not be able to capture both, but one surely!  As the one was putting her cupped hands to her lips, he broke free of the foliage and lunged for her, intent on getting his arm around her shoulders before she had a chance to flee.  



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