[color=00a99d][h3][center]Maréngo[/center][/h3][/color]
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Maréngo watched with interest as Solange mixed and mashed bits of plant matter together into some kind potion. He'd met a few witch doctors and bokors in his time as a pirate and had watched them perform similar acts so he had no trouble with downing the entire mixture in one go. The ginger gave it a noticeable tang while the leaves added a more herbal flavor. Not a bad drink but certainly not his favorite.
[color=00a99d]"Could use a splash of rum,"[/color] he commented as he passed the vial back to her.

He took a deep breath in and smelled the salt and fishy reek of the docks. The smells and the sound of seagulls overhead comforted him. The sea was his home and it always would be. He reached into his shirt and ran his thumb across the carved amulet hanging from his neck. Surely he was a favored sailor to survive as long as he had. Lord Leathe had shown him great mercy and he would not take lightly the gift of his very life. Although he still mourned the loss of his comrades he was more than happy to live on and keep their memory close to his heart. After all, there was still plenty of excitement and adventure left to be had. Only when his name was sung in pirate bars and spat on by bounty hunters the world over would he even consider retirement.

As he was making a mental note of his back alley pharmacist's instructions, he spotted a few of the sheriff's men who seemed to be looking right at him. The first one or two he dismissed as gawking at his new pet but it soon became too many to be coincidence. Being a pirate came with it's drawbacks and one of them was almost always being outnumbered by law enforcement whenever he was on dry land. This wasn't the first time he had experienced a race to the ship but this time they had the advantage of surprise. Their pursuers didn't know they knew they were being followed just yet. 

Pyka also seemed to pick up on the fact they were being watched. He grew fidgety and clung tightly to his new owner as his eyes shifted back and forth across the crowd. Shaking Maréngo's sleeve, he hooted at a guard that was doing a particularly poor job of hiding himself in the crowd and stamped his feet in agitation. The pirate couldn't help but smile despite the situation. This impulse purchase might be an even better idea than he thought. Well, it could be if lived to tell about it.

Avoiding eye contact with any of the sheriff's men, he busied himself with inspecting the cargo.
[color=00a99d]"She's right. They're cuttin' off our exits so we'd better make a break for it now while they don't know that we know they're gunnin' for us."[/color]