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They’d need numbers, then. The red-tailed pirate nodded.

Foxtail could not help but wonder if Alizarin had found himself in the company of other pirates. It would do them no good to wage war on natives, but the captain wanted his man. There would not be anyone on the Rat’s crew who would question his motives. The trickster knew better, too. Whatever kept him safe, whatever kept him employed.

East then? Haven’t caught a sniff of Alizarin on the coast, not yet. Doesn’t mean he isn’t here, though.

The lean figure’s eyes shifted toward the captain. He licked his whiskers.

Could move further inland, maybe. Foxtail hoped that the captain would suggest they split up.