One year later
*Fennec*
Using their perfected… and extremely successful… pincer action, the Flying Daisy and the Poppy had just divested yet another pirate ship, the Dreadnaught, of her ill-gotten gains. Pallets of teakwood and barrels of China tea were now nestled in the hold of the Flying Daisy together with the Dreadnaught’s crew, their ship having followed the body of their captain, Flibbery Jack, into the depths of the Indian Ocean.
Fenrir and I are sprawled in Fenrir’s cabin, celebrating our latest conquest with a glass or two of cognac. After that first night together, we have not overindulged again; it isn’t in our natures.
“We’re surprisingly alike,” I say, following that thought to its logical conclusion.
“Damn good sailors,” Fenrir replies. “Just when I think that the Popp
