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Ana looked down to where he pointed next to the makeshift bed. She couldn’t see it, but she had no doubt it wasn’t the best quality. He didn’t seem to have much based on the looks of him, but she could see he was a kind soul for sharing what he had with her. “Thank you. You are most kind, sir. And no. I am not a pirate. I am a barmaid.

It wasn’t a lie. She had been a barmaid once upon a time.?

She needed to know where she was. Was she still in Solaria? Was she anywhere close to the mountains? Could she get word to her people? Those answers would have to wait because what he said next stunned her. “wait...what.” She said, slipping back into her former life, losing the very formal speech that had become second nature to her.? But he moved so quickly, quicker than she could catch him since her head was still pounding and dizziness threatened to take her under.?

Did he say he was going to get beat?

Ana as best she could moved quickly to crawl off the makeshift bed, which caused her head to pound so hard she had to close her eyes, she moved towards the mouth of the cave where Pug had gone. Looking out, the wind whipped her hair about. “Pug,” she called.

The youth was gone, speeding wraithlike along the thin width of sand towards the feeble lights of a small village. Wraithlike, for he was almost that, so thin were his limbs.?

As he got to Hogs End his mates were all in line, spoils clutched in their bony hands waiting to see if they would sell. Lucie passed him a swatch of fine, but soiled, silk along with a small silver charm. “S’figgered these was yours,” she said, “since you fount her an’ all. Kept ‘em safest for you.”

“Thankee, Lucie,” Pug responded, “shares the spoils.” Sure enough, the charm and silk brought enough coppers to buy a full loaf of two-day at the bakery and a quart of ale as well. Pug and Lucie ate like royalty, sitting on the sand below Hogs End.

Pug considered taking Lucie to the nock for a snogging, but remembered the woman there.

“So,” Lucie said, apparently thinking the same thing, “what you gone do with that woman you fount? Gone sell her?”

“Don’t know how to sells a woman,” Pug admitted. “Never fount one alive afore.”

“I’ll ask ‘rount, wommin-like,” Lucie offered, “sees if there’s a way t’ sell her.”?

She leaned against Pug then. “Snoggin’ Nock is full,” she whispered, “but none’s unter the quay.” Without another word Pug picked up the remaining bread and ale, took Lucie’s hand, and they slipped under the broad wooden boards of the quay.