New Madrid is an interesting place - I'm impressed the humans have managed to put quite so many bricks on top of quite so many other bricks with only 4 limbs. A testimony to their tenacity I suppose. Regardless, as we arrived - complete with box full of hands - we were met by an officer of the Spanish Guild. They asked about our cargo, I dutifully presented our box of hands. And then the captain decided to tell them we were from Shark Bay. This was not ideal - one tends not to tell merchants you are from a slaver port, even if you are, which we aren't. I mean, Shark Bay mostly just imprisoned, shot at, tried to stab, or enslaved us. It was not a nice place. I mean, better than Brigandy Bay. But that is not saying much. And it still had Frenchmen.
I did try to talk to the port official nicely, I even had a nice new feather put on my helmet and carefully had scraped and prepared my shell. But no. It did not help. Though I think he wanted to mate with me. Very strange. I suppose Carlton's pants were already occupied or some-such thing, or I'd somehow bumped into him and got some of his pheromones on me.
Still, after paying sufficient bribes - in part due to my superior status as a mage, the humans do get so jealous of us superior beings. Really. I do almost pity them - we obtained a letter of marque and some new ships documents. We were official. The Captain then decided to go and attack our new found allies and liberate a priest because someone asked nicely. Sounds damned fishy to me, and I do wonder if the captain isn't somehow imbibing more than his fair share of rum when I'm not looking, but off they went - and oddly left me behind. Well, it gave me some time to polish the railings.
And to carefully preen the nice feather I added to my polished helmet.
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