Blacktail Deer Plateau A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.

She couldn't fault him for that, but it didn't erase the sting of the look he gave her, for an instant.  Was he afraid?  When had she ever inspired this?

She did know that place, but only in passing.  She'd heard it mentioned as a place of pirates, counter to her own,  but not their enemies.  She didn't know much more.

Pirates, she affirmed quietly, then softened.  Are you okay?  And, a second later, the less apparent one.  Are you staying?  She could assume because of the scent, but if he'd taken a liking to this Tortuga, it could be he was here only to bring word.  She couldn't fault that either; she just knew it would pain her, as it always would.