Ravensblood Forest letter of marque

The presence of the First Mate was barely acknowledged by the Captain beyond a swift glance behind as he moved to place his gift where the wench instructed. Flecks of muck scattered across the formless blobs of sleeping babes - so tiny they were! He wondered, just for a moment, how it would feel to clasp one in his jaws. 

To distract himself, he turned to the pressing matter at hand. "Where is she," he hissed, crouching some distance away though his eyes never left the children at her breast. "Gave 'er good grub, y'know. An' a place t'stay. Reckon she can't have made it far with that big belly o' hers."

He'd traced the cliffs, checked the coast as far as he'd dared. "So tell me somethin'," lamplike eyes narrow dangerously, "where is she."