Post by Edward Teach on May 25, 2017 7:59:40 GMT -8
Teach had been gone to sea a long long
time. He was glad to be back to Tyran, though he was still not home
in Roseshire. He'd sailed and pirated, no privateered, must be
correct and traded, adventured and just made a time of it. But it
had been long past time to come back and reconnect with his
connections here and throughout Tyran. Pay his tribute to her
Majesty.
For his license to privateer he owed
her a full fourth of anything took will in that trade. He had
managed to keep his regular trading and business out of that deal.
Largely by not telling her about it. He knew what she'd say: “How
can We be certain what is acquired from honest trade and
privateering? To be fair We should have Our share of it all.”
That simply was not going to happen. The percentage for privateering
was one thing. It was the standard fee. He would not give up the
product of his blood sweat and tears for just the appearance of
propriety. Fucking nobles. He snorted at that. He was noble too.
But yes, he had come back. Yes he was
in the Capital for now and reconnecting and taking care of business.
And yes, he had decided it was finally time to arrange semi permanent
lodging in the Capital as his business brought him here so very
often. So he'd hired a cottage on long term lease at Wendy's. He
made arrangements to have his meals and cleaning taken care of and
messages and posts taken and held for him while not here. For a
proper fee of course.
But he'd had all the resting and
recuperating he could stand in his cottage. Now he wanted some
company and to be around other. That's how he found himself now
sitting at a table in Wendy's with a mug in his hand and just people
watching. Waiting to see what if anything might come his way.
