the smuggler’s bible

Chapter Three: King’s Gambit

“They couldn’t have done it alone,” Hognut said, pacing the boards. “Those mumbling artificers would never soil their robes with tar from her ropes and the deck brine. No! Some cringing mongrel helped them.”

“Her deck isn’t so briny,” Tattersail said. “And don’t blame the cringing mongrel. I’m sure they paid him an awful lot of money.” He reached into his vest and pulled out a small pocket watch. He popped it open and watched its single red hand tick slowly across the bone-white face of the clock.

“Never forget,” he said, “the first move in this game was ours.”