Theft of Destiny -1-"Theft of Destiny"Theft of Destiny -1- by street-howitzer
by Street Howitzer
Not long after they docked, Bootstrap found himself breaking his long-standing vow of never asking any questions of Barbossa.
The harbormaster charged up the gangplank the moment it touched with the harbor, demanding due payment for the privilege of using his docks. He spoke in shattered English, and bellowed for something called kopekyas. He was the sort of master who yelled instead of spoke, as if by making a bigger racket, he could somehow inflate his own importance. He piped down quick, though, when Barbossa silently flipped him a coin. Bill caught a flash of gold skull spinning through the air before the master caught it, held it up, and gave it a tweak with his teeth.
"Kátit," the harbormaster said, making the coin disappear like magic, then vanishing into the muddle of the surprisingly-busy port himself.
"It's always a comfort, knowin' that the basic wants of man are the same where'