Lucy was shocked. That much money for such a small thing? Whoever he was he certainly must dislike the French. Unless, of course, he was some form of agent. Still, none of that was her concern. ALl she knew was that she wanted the other half of that money and she wasn't going to jeopardize anything by thinking too hard.

"A French trade fleet will be approaching from Currawcow," Lucy repeated, mangling the name, "Week to ten days. Only to those pirates that would be strong enough to take it. May I ask for a cut of the loot, or sell the information for a little coin?"

After she had her answer she let him go with a batting of eyelashes, curtseying as if she were the lady she certainly wasn't Lucy watched the man retreat into the darkness.