Monday & Early Tuesday, August 25 & 26, 1650
Weather: Pleasant temperatures continue, with cloudy skies now, no rainfall and a moderate breeze.
The plundering of the town continues apace. Distant cries, shouts, the clashing of weapons, the screaming of women and so on seeps in from outside, as a good deal of the wealth of Engelke is extracted in exchange for a population boost nine months from now, rich with genetic diversity ... not that anyone in the party knows about that.
Watchman #3, who identifies himself as Joost, approaches Silvius and Nine-toes, who happen to be standing together. "Pardon me sirs, but Klaas and I;" Joost refers to the fellow resting in the corner, who nods when you look at him, "have been talking about how we owe you our lives. We're very sorry about what happened, and we don't wish to go to prison. We would like very much to serve you, carry for you, fetch for you, act as your shield men ... when Klaas is better, of course. We wouldn't need much. A bit of food perhaps, a bit of pay - half pay, sirs, if you can see yourself parting with 9 g.p. a month for a pair of pole men."
As Silvius and Nine-toes consider this, there are six men who appear at the front door of the stable. They are dressed as the other pirates, save one - a priest dressed in robes associated with the Spanish catholic church ... dark, crimson red, with a wide high collar and a prominent silver cross and greenstone rosary.
"M'Lady," cries the priest upon seeing Madam. "You've been hurt!" She's been sitting, holding the handkerchief to her side all this time, not doing much more. Now the priest begins to make signs for casting a spell, while the other five pirates move aggressively towards the party.
Before anything can happen, however, the Madam calls a halt to it. "These are our friends!" she shouts. Her men freeze. "No one in this Inn is to be harmed, do you hear me?"
The pirates all stand down, and the party takes their hands off their weapons.
"You asked me a question?" smiles Madam at Andrej.