“What happened to th’ child?” he asked.
“She had an accident.” Priscilla looked at her. “Anyways, she came here earlier and asked you for passage to head east. And I presume you are Black Falcon, captain of this ship.”
“Yarr ‘n I told her that it gunna cost her one thousand silver coins.” He nodded.
“I have brought the payment.” Priscilla pulled out a bottle and showed it to him.
Black Falcon looked at her, then started to laugh. “Now, what kind o’ fool do ye take me fer?”
“What do you mean?” Priscilla asked.
“I told th’ child a thousand silver coins, but ye brin’ me a bottle.” He shook his hand and wiped his brow with a handkerchief.
“It is rum.” She gently shook it.
“Bah! That gunna not pay fer anythin’. Do not waste me the hour.”
The captain walked away as Priscilla shouted, “I
