Kristof opened his mouth to argue, but I shushed him with a look. Flexibility is the key to progress. So I slipped behind the nearest hut, and made a few minor alterations to my costume. The shirt, boots, and earrings stayed. The breeches gave way to a peasant skirt. A few necklaces and I looked as darned wenchy as I was getting. As for the cutlass, well, as much as I hated to part with it, I reminded myself that I could conjure it up anytime I felt the need.

I stepped from behind the hut.

The old pirate ogled me with a gap-toothed grin. “Now, that’s more like it, ma beauty.” He elbowed Kristof in the ribs. “Got yerself a damned fine wench there, lad.”

“Uh, thank you.”

“So, sir,” I said. “Perhaps, if you have a moment, you’d be kind enough to tell us how we could get to Roatan.”

“Roatan?” His face scrunched up. “Why ye want to go to Roatan? All t’action be here, on this side o’ the bay.”

“Perhaps,” Kris said. “But we really must get to Roatan. Is there a ship we could charter?”

“This ain’t t’yacht club, lad. Ye don’t charter a pirate ship. Ye wants passage, ye gots t’earn it, by going on account.”

“Going on account?”

The pirate slapped Kris on the back. “Joinin’ a crew, lad. Joinin’ a crew.”

“I…see. Well, thank you very much for your time. Mind if we take a stroll along the harbor?”

“Stroll away. Ye wants to be joinin’ a crew, now, ye lets me know, an’ I’ll set ye up.” He slid a sly smile my way. “And I’ll look after yer wench while yer at sea.”

We thanked the old pirate and headed to the wharf. If we couldn’t charter a ship, we’d need to steal one. Unfortunately, it quickly became obvious that every ship was guarded by at least two men, and the galleons were packed in so tight that the moment we boarded one, we’d be beset by attackers from the others.

I turned to Kristof. “They might not encourage rentals, but I bet we can find someone willing to bargain.”

“Up to the taverns, then?”

I nodded.

We picked the largest of the three taverns along the main road. A sign at the door warned against the use of weapons, magic, and supernatural powers of all kinds. Kristof vaporized his sword, then pulled open the door and ushered me inside.

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