Motherfucking Pirates Part 3

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The first thing Gem did when she went into town was check her belongings in at the inn where she grew up with Auntie Nina. The Innkeeper hadn’t quite recognized her at first, but her husband, the fat, knife throwing cook, did. There was a bit of a reunion, but it was a quiet one. Gem insisted that she needed a little head start on the news of her return and while the innkeeper aired out the little room that she and Auntie Nina shared, Gem went down to the part of the harbor was stained black with wickedness and spilled blood and hunted down a pirate.His name was Spider Heart, and the volume of his sins was only a pamphlet to Red Hull’s volume, but the handwriting was abomination and bloodshed and the most heart blistering curses were mere punctuation in it. He was also, as fate would have it a very handsome devil, and had enough sense to make of himself the pirate baron of a little inn, where the iniquities of the sea stabbed deepest into town, in a twisting black maze of alleys and piled bones, mostly swine, but if you dug, there’d be something down there easier to recognize and more plentiful than I think you’d like. Spider Heart dared not to go to sea, since he stole a secret or two of Red Hull’s from her boudoir, and the moment he touched the water it turned red to his eyes and the seabirds assured him that she knew. Instead he held secret court with a mess of poseurs and those who had retired from the sea but not from wickedness. The poseurs didn’t remain long past Gem’s arrival, and the rest departed by a different route soon enough after. You might think that it’s pretty fucking foolish for a girl to walk in to place like the Devil’s Hoof on her own, but again, Gem isn’t exactly cut from the same mold as you and I, so stay with me another minute or two. There definitely were some things on her mother’s side, and some different things on her fathers’, for one. For another, auntie Nina knew a thing or two about all the things on her father’s side, since they shared the lot, and spent a lot of time teaching her what to do with them. The rest, she picked up from teachers in the ports of call where her mother’s people came from. I can’t tell you what it all was, because there’s a lot and not all of it is mine to know, but when something comes up, I’ll tell you.