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shellfish.”
    “ THE CAPTAIN IS OF THE
UNAWARES WHEN ASLEEP. I WAS OF THE TAKING OF THESE,” Boris says,
his deep aquatic accent sounding strangely melodic to Colette for
the very first time.
    She nods, but there is a sudden wave
of suspicion that washes her features. “So… If you were in his room
and you swiped his bandages, why didn’t you just go ahead and tie a
knot?”
    Boris raises a claw. “ARE YOU OF THE
THINKING I AM HAVING THE DEXTERITY FOR SUCH?”
    Colette nods. “A-ahh, right, and it
would be bad if you woke him up and he found you out
anyway…”
    “ SO, YOUNG FOOD, WILL YOU
BE OF THE DOING?”
    Colette strokes her chin in a
Captain-like way, and nods. “I’m your woman.”
    Boris gurgles in joy, producing a mess
of foul-smelling bubbles that stream onto the table. The bartender
cringes, and decides to pour himself a drink.
    “ THIS IS OF THE PLEASING TO
BORIS. HE IS UPON THE THIRD FLOOR IN THE FIRST ROOMING TO THE RIGHT
FROM THE STEPINGS. YOU MUST BE OF THE SNEAK AND BE OF THE MELD TO
THE SHADOWLIES. YOU MUST BE SIMPLY OF THE PULLING OF ONE OF HIS
TIES, MAKE IT OF THE KNOTTING, AND BE ON THE WAY OF YOU. OF COURSE,
I SHOULD NOT EVEN NEED BE OF THE TELLING WHAT COULD BE OF THE
HAPPENING IF HE IS TO BE OF THE WAKING.”
    Colette nods, hearing the Captain’s
black-sand knuckles crack in her mind. “Y-yeah, definitely
not.”
    “ I’D BE OF THE RECOMMENDING
THAT YOU SNEAK IN THROUGH THE ROOF, THERE SHOULD BE JUST ONE OF THE
GUARDINGSMAN POSTED. ALSO, THE CONSIDERING OF STEALING THEIR MIST
GAUNTLET, ALONG WITH THE STOLEN KALAMEST GAUNTLET, MAY ALSO BE A
PLAN OF THE GOOD.”
    The spark in her eye ignites into a
fire and then she takes up from her seat. “Alright. Let’s get this
ball rolling,” She says, stuffing the bandages into her pocket and
then cracking her knuckles ambitiously.
    “ I AM WISHING YOU OF THE
LUCK… AND I AM OF THE THINKING YOU WILL BE A GREAT
CAPTAIN.”
    Colette leaves before she can respond,
but the thought is charming to her- a great captain. As she walks
through the pitch morning streets of the port, she does her best to
keep herself focused, but in the back of her mind, she envisions
the image of The Captain’s hat upon her head. It takes only minutes
of stepping through the lantern light until she reaches the
Ganastere estate. She peeks behind the gate walls carefully, and
spots two men armed with dress swords, the steel glinting
carelessly in the red Ganastere light. She takes a single moment to
check the bullets in her enchanted revolver, a present from The
Captain, and she holsters it with confidence.
    She goes past the gate, scales the
wall with relative ease and lands on the other side. The Ganastere
architecture is almost identical to that of the Kalamest estate, so
it’s a familiar, swift ascent. The night’s taking its toll on her,
however; she knows she won’t have much left in her so she’ll need
to avoid conflict if at all possible. She finds a man on a stool
enjoying a smoke. He’s leaned into himself with the tiredness of
many years; he looks to Colette to be an easy mark. She prepares
the extendable baton she received as being part of the crew, and
taps the dude on the shoulder.
    “ Nice night out,” she says.
The turned man flinches and reaches for his knife just as Colette
cocks her gun inside its holster, stopping him immediately. “No
need for that, sir. I’m just a little pastry looking to find the
local bakery- and you have the key. Hand it over,” she says, tapping the steel baton
against him with each word. The man nods, calmly reaches into his
boot, and pulls out a key. “Right, also where are you keeping the
gauntlets?”
    The man stutters. “I uh… I don’t
know.”
    She pushes the baton deeper into him.
“Yeah, you do.”
    “ No, I really don’t! I
swear! Only one of the Ganasteres would know!”
    Colette hums suspiciously, and shrugs.
“Fine. Sweet dreams,” she says. The last thing the guard remembers
for the night is a