His arrival had been unannounced, and were it not for Diego chances were he would not have made it to her at all. The guards were on high alert, and to say there was little tolerance for his kind ( be it pirate or be it English ) was putting things exceptionally mildly.
This venture that they shared was delicate, to say the least – it was not in de Bac’s interests to be consorting with either pirates or Englishmen in these trying times, but there were things a pirate could do that a privateer would never be able to justify. Among thieves, James was perhaps the only man she could trust to undertake those particular duties – and if he required more than finances every now and again, who was she to turn him away?
Glancing back at him when he made his gesture, she took a moment to look out toward the harbor. Understanding his intention, she nodded and made a motion to her man in the shadows – she had nothing to fear from James McGraw, regardless of the monster he was fashioning by the name of Flint.
“It will be done,” She assured him quietly, gathering the last of what she needed before urging him to sit. “Let me take a look at you – if it was one of the locals, that wound may fester swiftly. Few here work without poison on their blades.”
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