Jessica's finger twitched at the mention of the Map of Algorab. The hammer snapped fowrward and ignited the pan, she flicked her wrist aside in the heartbeat before the main charge went off. The musket cracked in a cloud of smoke. Galt flinched back as specks of burning power sprayed across his face. Splinters flew from the bulkhead as the musket ball buried itself in the timber with a crack. Jess took another pull of rum as one of her sailors stuck his head into the cabin to make sure she was ok. Jess arched her eyebrow at the sailor who beat a hasty retreat. Jess tossed the spent musket onto her hammock.

"The Map of Algorab?" she asked. The legend of the map was well known among the thieves and pirates of the Metramaic Sea and beyond. It's exact nature was malleable, used in stories and tall tales to add spice and adventure.

"I suppose this means that you don't actually have the map?" Jess asked, "which conviently keeps me from just taking it and throwing you over the side."