Guisborn, Miss Foxworth's pursuer.

There, amongst the bustling sea of humanity moving like insects around the wharfs and seaside establishments, Nils could see Captain Flint and Mr. Murdock, the Captain’s bodyguard. The Captain was in a animated discussion with a tall and thin chap dressed almost entirely in black from head to foot. His clothes were of the finest cloth and cut, as was the cutlass and scabbard that hung at his side.

He had a vaguely sinister look to him, what with the small beard on his chin, and thin mustache that barely covered his upper lip. His chin thrust out from his face, the ebony clothed gentleman looked to be one of those upper crust type who thought very highly of himself. He too had what appeared to be a bodyguard, at least the equal of Mr. Murdock in his threatening appearance. He looked Chinese, but tall and nastier looking than any Chinaman Nils had ever seen. His head was completely shaven save for a long pigtail that hung from the back of his head, and fell to the middle of his back.

Behind him, the lady gasped. “It’s Guisborn,” she said.

Nils gestured towards “The Flying Demon” Inn, and slowly walked towards the entrance, Miss Foxworth following close behind. While he’d been in the establishment before, it tended to be for those whose pockets were a little deeper then Nils’ usually were. He was sure they’d not be able to loiter there for anymore than five or so minutes, before their appearance would draw the attention of the innkeeper, or one of his sons, and they’d throw them out. Nils just hoped that the sinister looking Mr. Guisborn and his Chinese giant would be gone before they were thrown out.

Taking a deep breath, Nils pushed open the swinging doors of the inn, and stepped over to what he hoped was the darkest corner of the pub. Miss Foxworth pulled the hat further down on her head, and cast her eyes down at the floor.

“He knows,” she said. And then, as the room fell silent, “We’ve drawn attention. Do something!”