“Stormsrest,” Calliope said taking a swig of the whiskey to dissolve the almost leathery jerky in her mouth. The pennant snapped above them and she glanced up at the flag to gauge the direction of the wind. It was a fair wind for it and it was probably the best place to pick up a crew. With only the two of them, it would be a poor idea to stop at the lawless pirate coves as killing them and taking the ship would be much more appealing than signing on. Of course that might mean dealing with Rodrick. The SeaLord had been an associate of sorts during her rise to power, they had been lovers for a while but it handn’t ended well. Perhaps they would be able to avoid dealing with him, afterall a busy trading center like Stormsrest had many ships arriving and they would certainly out run the news of Sebastian’s rebellion. Blackmoor hated Sebastian she recalled which at least was something.

“Well we have no charts,” Calliope agreed eyeing her companion speculatively. Navigation at sea was a tricky business even over such short distances. Unlike Calaverde Stormsrest didn’t have the same kind of impressive terrain that could be seen for miles when the sea was calm.

“I think before we go any further we should talk though,” she said passing the whiskey back.

“You came to my city to steal a ship, should I assume that you want to turn pirate then?” she asked bluntly.