Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea
Then ‘e dies!
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style='font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>“Then ‘e dies!”
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The man who was watching Jack and Cordelia left The
Deep Well and rushed to another building called Milady’s.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The building was nothing more than a
glorified whorehouse, but it also served as the temporary home of style='mso-bidi-font-size:11.5pt;color:black'>Ahriman Barbossa.
The
man went up the main staircase and down the dark red hallway.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Half clothed women lined the corridor.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> When he reached the room that Ahriman was
occupying, he knocked nervously. The
only answer was heavy breathing.
Fearing punishment, but knowing that he could be punished just the same
either way, he opened the door. The
man’s eyes were greeted by three naked woman sprawled across his captain.
Ahriman’s
voice was gruff as he yelled, “Dolon!
Wha’ the hell are ye doin’?”
Dolon
lowered his eyes. “Cap’n, I would ne’er
interrupt ye, but I ‘ave t’ tell ye somethin’ tha’ will make ye both happy ‘an
upset.”
Ahriman
sat up in bed, pushing one of the women off of him. “An’ tha’ is?”
“Sparrow’s
‘ere, Cap’n. I saw ‘im at the tavern.p>
Ahriman
smiled widely. “’Ere?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Sparrow’s ‘ere? ‘Tis nothin’ in that news t’ upset me, Dolon…”
“I’m
not finished, Cap’n.”
“Oh?”
“Sparrow’s
‘ere, but ‘e’s not alone…”
“’Couse
‘e’s not alone, ‘e sails with a bloody crew!”
Dolon
shrank back a bit. “I don’ mean them,
Cap’n. I don’ think I was seein’
things, but it jus’ doesn’ make a bit o’ sense t’ me.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Dolon’s voice now sounded nervous.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “’E’s ‘ere with…Cordelia.”
Ahriman
shot out of the bed and within moments had his hands around Dolon’s neck.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “How dare ye say such a thing t’ me!” he
spat.
“’Tis
the truth!” Dolon said hoarsely. “I
wouldn’ lie abou’ such a thing!”
Ahriman
let Dolon go. “No, ye wouldn’.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Ahriman found his pants and put them
on. “’Ow d’ye know ‘e was with ‘er?”
“She…she
was kissin’ ‘im, Cap’n.”
“That
bastard had ‘is lips on ‘er?”
“Aye,”
Dolon said softly.
“Then
‘e dies!”
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