The use of that particular nickname was more than enough to make Sparhawk's eyebrows shoot up, but the voice...?
"Um, sir? Was the weasel just calling for you?"
So now this weasel was a talking weasel. Well, this was just getting better and better. There was only one person who ever called him 'Sparky'. He crossed his arms.
[color=9e0b0f]"Mira. I should have known it would be you. I can't imagine a single self-respecting pirate desperate enough to steal a weasel--talking or no. Times must be pretty bad for the sea-faring thieves if they're resorting to these lows."[/color]
Several of his men openly laughed.
Anyone who knew Sparhawk well also knew that his dry, sometimes insulting humor was typically his version of friendly banter. People who didn't know him well usually assumed that he was actually being insulting.
[color=9e0b0f]"So tell me, because now I'm curious. Why is a talking weasel worth the risk of getting arrested for? And someone bind their hands up."[/color]
"Sir, the old man only has one arm..."
Wow, she couldn't even find decent accomplices. It never ceased to make Sparhawk wonder why the woman decided to become a pirate.
[color=9e0b0f]"So then find a way to pin it behind his back--use your brain, man, or don't you have one? Also, collect the weasel."[/color]
The soldier made an embarrassed cough. "Yessir."