the smuggler’s bible

Chapter Two: Bitter Friends

The note was on the door at dawn—brown edges curling in toward the dagger’s tip.

The king thinks he has fled
far far away, far far from us,
but distance alone
won’t be enough.
The map has an edge,
and your sailing will end.
We’ll see you once more.

Through the inn’s window, the new light revealed heavy fog rolling out of an empty harbor. Hognut gasped and began rummaging through his sea chest to find his scrying equipment.

“Don’t bother,” said Tattersail the Pirate King. “The paper reeks of wormwood. And besides, it’s signed.”

—From your bitter friends.