Cousin saw the ship coming toward her. She would not stop. The half formed thought was to sink it if it interfered with her course. Otherwise, she would ignore it. She was making her way to Haven.
The ship slowed and dropped anchor.
Cousin walked on.
“Ho, the water,” Butcher called down. “Where sails the Haven?”
Cousin looked up. She saw Butcher and remembered all her charms singing danger. She floated up to face him.
“How fairs the Kraken Pirates?” Butcher asked.
Cousin gripped him by the neck and squeezed. Butcher’s men jumped to defend their Captain, and found themselves frozen in place.
Cousin did not speak.
“Mind your manners, missy,” Vermit said as he walked up on shaking legs.
Cousin started and stared at the old man.
“You heard me,” Vermit said. “Let the Cap go. It’s bad manners laying hands on someone who ain’t attacked you. Leave off.”
Cousin looked at the quaking man. “Kor?”
“Thimble headed, nit wit. Do I look like that hell hound to you?”
Cousin’s grip lightened up. She didn’t let go of Butcher.
Vermit walked up and touched her hand. “Let go, missy. Ain’t a soul here that can hurt you.”
Cousin let go and sunk to the deck on her knees. She grabbed onto Vermit and cried.
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