The Bar

William swung open a heavy oak door in the alley, stepping down the steep slick steps down to a dank cellar. Ducking under a support beam, Captain Kelly stepped into a low roofed bar.

Coal miners and dock workers looked up from their tankards as William walked in, pulling up to the counter. A barmaid in a low cut cotton top wordlessly brought over a pint of ale overflowing with thick beer. William nursed his drink slowly, glancing around the poorly lit bar as a beautiful brunette walked down the stairs, dressed in a blazing dark maroon dress.

The lady settled next to him on an unsteady bar stool, ordering a small glass of porte before glancing in his direction. "Captain Kelly finally returns from his adventures?" "I'm only in for the fortnight, selling off cargo from the French merchants we took off the coast of Spain. How are things on the homefront?"

The Brunette cocked her head. "Well I appreciate the concern, but the Badger sent me with some information. There's a Spanish treasure galleon headed to the banks in Switzerland. It won't be an easy target, but the Epsilon should make it." The lady in the maroon dress finished her drink in a quick sip and turned to leave.

"Pirate's life I suppose" William muttered under his breath, slamming down the pint.

"Goodbye....... Marian."