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man to move faster. A row of brimming mugs appeared before him.
Maymon beamed and muttered to himself, A lovely dream, indeed. Must have been
the spiced pork Cook served just afore Perkins waylaid me, the black-hearted, mutinous
dog.
Aidan grinned his thanks at the barkeeper, then guzzled the drinks one by one. He
paused at one point to ask bystanders if anyone would share a bit of tobacco with him. One
thin, blue-tinged man with tentacles for hair and heavy-lidded eyes of gold and gray offered
him a smoldering pipe from a webbed appendage. Aidan hesitated then accepted, scooping
up his drink in one hand and the pipe in the other, reveling in the substitutes for the familiar
comforts of home.
Three puffs of the bitter weed later, Aidan was reminiscing about the Caribbean he d
been forced to leave behind. Luckily, his host was more intent on examining the glass beads
in his hair, than in his drunken ramblings. His next gulp left him with an empty mug and he
was startled to realize all of his mugs were now empty.
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Aidan signaled for the bartender, his voice foreign, more slurred against the din of the
boisterous crowd. Innkeeper! If you d be so kind, me bucko and me need another round of
your fine grog.
He pulled a newly pilfered purse out of a fold in his waist sash to find the right colored
disc. The bartender seemed to prefer the pink ones. Suddenly, a hand clamped over his raw
wrist and a very angry, suspicious face shoved itself into his blurred vision.
That s my credits keep! Where did you get it? The purse was yanked from Aidan s
hand and the bag examined. My mark is burnt into it. The man fumbled over his own
pockets, coming up empty. Why, you little thief!
Sighing, Aidan gave thanks that this one was human. No extra appendages or odd
colors to distract him while he tried to wiggle out of being caught red-handed. The burn
mark on the bag was going to make this one a challenge.
With an impish grin and an elegant shrug, Aidan decided to cut to the inevitable finish
by throwing the first punch, artfully grabbing the purse back as the big man reeled from the
unexpected attack. Like wildfire, fighting burst out in all directions and spread throughout
the entire bar.
Aidan landed several punches, and took at least two solid, bruising hits to his left jaw
before purposefully dropping to the floor. He wormed his way through the jungle of flailing
legs to prop himself up in a quieter corner of the room. Along the way, he liberated his
earlier companion s pipe, a handful of roasted meats, and a few more credits, pacifying his
blatant tendency toward kleptomania. Despite his drunken state, he was still very good at
picking pockets.
The pirate relaxed against the wall and marveled at the sight before him.
Never knew I had such a bloody wonderful imagination. I be a right clever bloke, if I
says so meself. He patted at his aching left jaw. Feels so bloody real.
Drunk on alien grog, smoking the remains of a hallucinogen, and heavy with the ill-
gotten gains of his pickpocketing, the sated pirate watched the colorful brawl continue,
happy for the first time since waking up in this dream.
* * * * *
The moment he entered his suite, Talos knew something was out of place. The air felt
dead and the rich scent of the young human was barely present. Talos sniffed the air and
strode directly to the empty bedroom.
Grabbing the discarded, open manacles off the bed, he yanked them forcefully between
his hands, ripping the ancient iron chains apart.
Why you devious, little SOB. Barlow doesn t deserve you. He tossed the cuffs into a
corner and snorted, part frustration and part admiration. You are goddamned amazing.
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Stupid, but amazing. His personal feeling for the pirate grew, adding admiration and
amusement to his lust and desire.
Moving to the living area, Talos activated the commlink. Webb appeared on his screen.
The commander arched his eyebrows and put down the handheld display he was
reading. Talos. I m surprised. I thought you d be asleep by now. He frowned and hunched
closer to the viewer. Is there a problem?
Yes, there s a problem, Marius. My cargo s done a clean sneak. The Oracan scowled at
the screen, his words escaping past clenched jaws. His tone could be considered civilized
only because he wasn t using the raw, small bones in the back of his throat that turned his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
