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> “The College of Admirals, eh? Sounds entertaining enough. As for this other matter… You wouldn’t happen to need an escort, would you?” The Captain’s apprehension indicates he has some other matter in mind, the kind where a good sword arm might be handy. And you doubt there is a better one around than yourself. Frankly you’re looking for any excuse to test out this new plate armour in earnest. [Haughty]
<span class="mu-i">“The College of Admirals, eh? Sounds entertaining enough.”</span> You give the Captain a sidelong glance, his tone hinting his other business might go less than smoothly. <span class="mu-i">“As for this other matter… You wouldn’t happen to need an escort, would you?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Even the sea’s furies pale before a paramour scorned.”</span> Captain Verdicci puffs his cheeks. <span class="mu-i">“But no, I should hope nothing of the sort is required. My ex-wife prefers words to blades if she wishes to cut a man down. Although… well, if things go very wrong I will keep your offer in mind.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Your ex… what?”</span> In Cantôn, the bonds of marriage are for life. The only exception you can think of is a finding under Church Law that the marriage was not valid in the first place, a rare thing indeed. <span class="mu-i">“Did a bishop annul the marriage?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Annul? I do not know this word.”</span> Captain Verdicci now seems as confused as you, and Cantish not being his first language only exacerbates the <span class="mu-i">“ I can assure you no bishop was involved in annul, I’m no cuckold. But the divorce settlement is the main reason why I have one ship, not two.”</span>
The Captain’s response makes little sense to you. You’re not sure if this was some major mistranslation, or but you decide not to press the matter further. He does not seem offended at least, just confused why you mentioned priests when he started talking about his ‘ex-wife’. Thankfully the Captain’s First Mate, a rakish looking man by the name of Yori, approaches with a matter of docking procedure before you can let your curiosity get the better of good manners.
You’ve just finished feeding Courageous Sky a string of salted meat by the time the <span class="mu-i">Coy Siren</span> is docked. All around you the sailors busy about securing rigging and ensuring everything is locked down, drawing lots for who gets to go ashore first. The sooner they do so, the sooner they can enjoy their short respite.
<span class="mu-i">“Guard your heart, my boy.”</span> Father Towbray frowns at the Langlish port, <span class="mu-i">“The riches and graces of this world of men can prove enticing, but pale to the righteousness of the Kingdom of Heaven. They are but hollow airs and vanities in the end.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">"Guarded in plate and faith both."</span> You nod, wise words. After all, would you not cast all your worldly wealth into the sea if but the Almighty bid it? You hope so. <span class="mu-i">“Would you be joining us, Father?”</span>
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