"Aoidh, sir, we're about to board Port Legann. Where shall we set up our goods?"

"We'll worry about that when we get there. Remember, we should find a busy place where people are about, not some shady, comfortable, deserted place."

"Yessir!"

"Lower the anchor," grumbled a soft voice to Aoidh's left. "Check your appearance, sir. We want to look our best." A mirror was handed over. Gazing, Aoidh herself is a handsome man- that is, for a woman. She painted red splotches on her high, woman-like cheeks. She bound her chest flat, and her shorter eyelashes were also a plus. With a loose, puffy shirt and comfortable black breeches, she fit right in as a male pirate. Several locks of her red-brown hair were beaded with real silver and gold, held back by a black and red bandana. She kept her real name and identity, Aoife, to herself and her first mate only.

Her first mate, Wokaihwokomas (called Wokai by all) was a young, well-educated Bazhir. He was captured by Aoidh only a short while ago and proved to be a very worthy man. Skilled in combat, he was also very superior when it came to making ship repairs.

"Take port!" she ordered. "Lower the starboard anchor, for Heavan's sake!" She strode down the deck. "Unload the cargo!" One by one, her crew took a huge, heavy crate and carried it to her. She was busy setting up a table and podiums to advertise her things.

Off and on passerby stopped to look at their plundered treasure and clothing, but without much success. "Dammit, what are we doing wrong?" she cursed, and kicked a box.

"Maybe we aren't being noticed enough," a man suggested.

"That's it!" She went over to a selling area nearby and bought a marker. Ripping off a long strip of bright yellow cloth from a dress, she tied it above them in between two buildings. On it she wrote, "VALUABLE AND RARE GOODS".

"That should get us the attention we need," she said.

Still not many people were interested. They managed to get about half their objects sold, but not for much. The problem was, they were "good" pirates. Though they may plunder and attack ships at sea, they molested no women, took no prisoners as slaves, and burned no ships to the ground. Without people to auction off, their publicity was low.

Night fell, and Aoife's crew was getting tired and bored. "Can we go to the pub for the night?" the gunner, Sergue, grumbled.

Aoife scowled, and was going to yell at him, but thought better of it. She resigned herself and let them run off to the Poison Pear as she locked everything up to prevent theft. She too was tired and didn't feel like putting everything back in their ship.

Instead of joining her now-drunk crew, she decided to look at other podiums. She passed one with a young girl, ragged, with short hair and terrible bruises and scratches. Her nose looked broken. Little did she know she was staring at Alianne of Pirate's Swoop. Aoife almost offered to buy her, but some force urged her that was not a good idea. She gave the poor girl one last look and continued on.

Two silver chain necklaces and one small Inca statue later, Aoife settled herself at the back of the pub, not in the mood to drink. She was afraid she might slip. Soon Wokai joined her, and they sat in silence for a while.

"We need bigger crew," he told her.

"Yes," she agreed. "Not here. The people are slobs, slackers, and pretty much fools."

"At Port Caynn there good fighters," he commented quietly.

"Yes. We should head there next." She stood up and quietly left, her worn boots making next to no sound on the floor. She tossed a silver coin to every other crewmate as she went to pay for a room. She and Wokai took the last one and settled for the night.

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