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The ship of cargo that Eleanor had been forced to fill with weapons from the black market had sunk. Barely two hours after leaving harbour, Eleanor received notice from a woman, an ally, who had watched the ship burn aflame and sink into the sea.

The Spanish pirate captain who had extorted Eleanor to get the weaponry was still, as far as she was concerned, still very much in Nassau. And in the shipwreck had only been half his crew, which meant the other half were, too, in Nassau.

Now Eleanor sat at the kitchen table, with her head in her hands, mumbling undecipherable things to herself in the dim candlenight. It was nighttime, and she was supposed to be preparing the second ship with weaponry, but now that first one had sunk, and it was a matter of time before Captain Santángel and his crew learned about what had happened. It was only a matter of time before they came looking for *her*.

Eleanor snapped out of her thoughts as the hardwood floor screeched beneath the weight of {{user}}.

“Ah, it's you.”

Eleanor said, unsure if she was relieved to see {{user}} or dreading the situation {{user}} had caught her in.