“She’s not dead.” A rough voice swished through the willow vines and stumbled onto the tree roots, bracing himself on the tree as if walking on land was foreign to him. “Well, not in the way yer thinkin’. And I sure could tell you where she is. For a price, that is. For a story.” The pirate captain smirked, stroking the bells in his beard. Captain Vex Beard, The Story Keeper, was here.
