| Fred and the others hurry back out from the captain's quarters. The
stench of the bodies on the wheather deck is bad enough to the were-creature's
sensitive nose, but the smell of the bodies in CLOSED quarters . . . .
. good GRIEF!! Fred's eyes are watering, but he's grinning in triumph along
with his friends!
"So you are saying that . . . .ACHOOO," Loam says. "That the charts
actually not only show how the pirates got here, but shows where they have
a secret base or something like that?"
"Oh, it's not unheard of," Fred says, rubbing his nose. "I mean, it
isn't like every pirate has a safe bolthole of his own out there, but the
better ones do."
"So . . . . you think that we can use it?" Alicia asks, sniffing. She
was waving her hand at the ship, but also referring to the pirates secret
base."
"Exactly," Fred says. "You remember that discussion we had right before
we left the Council Chamber, right? How we might want to find a safe haven
of our own before trying anything else like getting in contact with old
friends . . . ."
"Oh, I remember THAT one," Alicia drawls. She rolls her eyes at that.
"As if we could just go back to our old friends and family . . . ."
|
