Alibaba didn’t need Jahan’s look to fade back into the shadows of casks that smelled of fresh blood. Dock-masters were the captain’s business, first. The man might decide he wanted to talk to passengers and merchants after, but this was Aden’s ship.
Not sure what I could do to help, anyway, Alibaba thought. This all feels so wrong-
Movement in the fog. For a moment he thought he saw thick dark hair, and angry eyes.
Cassim?
If it was, he was gone in the next curl of mist. But there were definitely people up there, creeping from the shadows to watch a ship come in.
No noise. Why are they so quiet?
He knew why he’d have been quiet, when he’d lived on the knife’s edge. But this was Balbadd’s port. There were always supposed to be ships sailing in, guards couldn’t possibly harass every citizen who pushed their way down to the water to try and find work….
Only they can, can’t they? There’s not enough ships. Not enough at all.
“Tell me you’re not fool enough to draw that,” Jahan murmured.
Alibaba started, and kept his hand away from his knife. “This is wrong. This is horrible.”
“It is.” And there was anger lurking in Jahan’s tone, quiet and deadly as a sand-viper. “The islands must be dodging most of it so far, but when whoever’s choking trade reaches there as well-” He cut himself off, falling silent as a shadow.
Then your family’s in danger too, Alibaba finished silently. We need to know what’s going on. And then… then we need a plan.
What kind of plan would fix this, he had no idea. But there had to be a way. People had done this, somehow – Abhmad had done this in three years, how could anyone hurt all of Balbadd this badly-
Stop. Stop thinking. You’re going to panic. And you can’t.
Stop thinking. Just watch. And listen.
The dock-master puffed his way up the gangplank, guards following with grim faces. “Captain-”
“Aden, of the Waves’ Shadow.” The captain marched forward to clasp his hand as if they were old friends. “Good to see you so quickly, Dock-Master… Shahidi, that’s the name I had, from the last ships I passed. But of course you’re here so swiftly, a man of your diligence could never fail to get the firsthand report of an island whale in Balbadd waters!”
I suspect that the island whale wasn’t actually why the Dock-master got there so fast but it’s a good distraction.
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*EG* Yep. Especially since they have some teeth….
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And depending on the size and quality of those teeth they’ll sell for a pretty penny.
I mean ivory figurines etc fashioned from the teeth of an island whale?
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And this is why Aden isn’t complaining about hauling a blond bundle of trouble into port. He’s profitable so far!
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Well, that’s one way to deflect people’s attention away from possibly illegal cargo and people who would like to remain safely anonymous. Mention the big honking monster that eats people you encountered.
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Exactly! Does tend to get people’s attention. 😉
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Understandably so . . . something about that many teeth just demands your immediate and undivided attention.
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*Nods!*
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Everyone’s talking about teeth. I can’t stop thinking about calamari on an epic scale. All those tentacles!
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Ah yes, mustn’t forget the tentacles. They are, after all, what brings you to the teeth.
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And after the end of the fight, sashimi! Too bad there aren’t any Fanalis around…
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Not yet…. 😉
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>Not yet….😉>
Right you had said in about 5 months Morgiana and Aladdin would be showing up. And considering she has no problem gulping down 3-4 entire fish (I’d say maybe 4-5 pounds of meat total) in a moment, she’ll probably be able to make a good dent in any edible sea monster they come across.
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She’ll probably be pouting that they missed this one…
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*cracks up at ‘what brings you to the teeth’*
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Chewy!
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What comes around reference? Btw I want a stock of the electric squid! Can you say calamari for 500+ guests?
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Better load up on frying oil.
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No conscious reference, at least… and heh! Think of the squid ink noodles!
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