Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

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Wednesday marched after the she wolf who had traipsed away from the meeting with a sashay in her step. Wednesday herself moved with a strut befitting of the status she thought herself in: above any woman in this place. She had told the captain of this ship, as he put it, she would be commanded by no woman. She sought to assert that. 

Wednesday squinted against the hours light. The woman cut a pretty picture. She'd be a liar if she didn't admit her attraction to her—but, she was just that. You, came her eloquent speech to summon the others attention.