The full fic would be titled something like 'Loose Lips Sink Ships'. It's Henry Morgan-era pirates, and Regal is the governor of one of the smaller of the Caribbean islands. Jericho is a local pirate, who, of course, is bribing the governor. Island rumour at present is suggesting that there may be all kinds of other sweeteners to this deal.
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Regal heard the footsteps echoing from behind his bookcase. It could mean only one thing, that someone was creeping up the secret passage. And since all his men, excepting the watch, were asleep in their beds, that left only the pirates. By now the tide would be low enough that you could walk along the tunnel from the coast. But, given the presence of Barrett's marines, who would be stupid enough to sneak into the mansion?
Desperation was known to make people do terrible things, so Regal carefully loaded the pistol he kept at his bedside.
The bookcase slowly rolled back, Jericho stepped forward, pistol first. "I was hoping it would be you I'd find." Secure in his safety, Jericho returned the gun to it's holster.
"What on earth are you doing here? Barrett's men are all over the island."
"You think I don't know that. Why do you think I'm here? I was selling the merchandise in the town, successfully might I add, and when I started to head back there's red coats, everywhere. This was the only place I could think of that was safe."
Regal didn't have to worry about the ship, Jericho would be dead before he left the Liontamer in any danger. No, all Regal had to worry about was himself. "You could have stayed in the tunnel."
"It's damp and it's cold."
"And when Barrett charges in, telling me there's been a sighting of the dread pirate Jericho in the town, how do I explain you?"
"You've gone native and I'm one of the local lovlies. I don't know, dealing with the British is your job. Now move over and let me get some sleep."
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The full fic would be titled something like 'Loose Lips Sink Ships'. It's Henry Morgan-era pirates, and Regal is the governor of one of the smaller of the Caribbean islands. Jericho is a local pirate, who, of course, is bribing the governor. Island rumour at present is suggesting that there may be all kinds of other sweeteners to this deal.
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Regal heard the footsteps echoing from behind his bookcase. It could mean only one thing, that someone was creeping up the secret passage. And since all his men, excepting the watch, were asleep in their beds, that left only the pirates. By now the tide would be low enough that you could walk along the tunnel from the coast. But, given the presence of Barrett's marines, who would be stupid enough to sneak into the mansion?
Desperation was known to make people do terrible things, so Regal carefully loaded the pistol he kept at his bedside.
The bookcase slowly rolled back, Jericho stepped forward, pistol first. "I was hoping it would be you I'd find." Secure in his safety, Jericho returned the gun to it's holster.
"What on earth are you doing here? Barrett's men are all over the island."
"You think I don't know that. Why do you think I'm here? I was selling the merchandise in the town, successfully might I add, and when I started to head back there's red coats, everywhere. This was the only place I could think of that was safe."
Regal didn't have to worry about the ship, Jericho would be dead before he left the Liontamer in any danger. No, all Regal had to worry about was himself. "You could have stayed in the tunnel."
"It's damp and it's cold."
"And when Barrett charges in, telling me there's been a sighting of the dread pirate Jericho in the town, how do I explain you?"
"You've gone native and I'm one of the local lovlies. I don't know, dealing with the British is your job. Now move over and let me get some sleep."