That still brought a scowl to Cezon’s face. There went his dreams of owning a skimmer.
“What did you do to Miss Soulstar, Cezon?”
Cezon glared around to see Endred lounging against the trunk of a nearby palm tree. “What makes you think I did anything?”
“I could hear you two screaming all the way from the beach.”
“Yeah, the bird’s got a right pair of lungs in her,” Cezon agreed, snickering.
“We got our gold,” said Endred, following Cezon like an annoying talking shadow. “She has a point: what more do you want?”
“Just a bit more gold.”
“There’ll be good loot on the Allentrian coast. Remember, Miss Soulstar promised the kraken would take care of the Moorfainian fleet. Think of what those ships’ll bring us.”
“That’s another thing,” said Cezon. “She is a magnet for trouble. She’s bad lu
