Tyra smirked. First he called her ma'am, as if she was one of the ignorant ladies who take ships out for pleasure cruises. Then he talked about legitimate sailors as if pirates weren't sailors at all. They were, of course. They were just the thieves of the sea, the scourge of the water. And her ship was among the most feared. "Not to belittle your status, Commodore, but if someone steals a seaman's vessel, 'e'll find 'imself in a world of hurt. Us seafarin' folk tend to be mighty testy when someone messes with our family, and our ships tend to be our baby." She patted the railing again, then turned and started for her quarters. "'Sides, showing proof of ownership ain't gonna prove piracy one way or 'nother. Might show ya who's a ship thief, but not many people will get away with that, as I said. And regulating shipments will only indicate smugglers, who would be smart enough not to get caught by such an obvious trap. Pirates, though, are a clever bunch. Thieves like that know how to hide their loot. With all those islands around Logata, you ain't likely to find a pirate's loot when 'e can hide it off-shore and bring back piece by piece as he needs to." Which I should start doing, if the Imperator is serious about making my trade a difficult one to follow.
"And then you have the sell swords, like myself. Mercenaries like us don't have the time or patience to deal with such rabble. If you're wanting to inspect my vessel for any signs of smuggling or piracy, send your men to do so. My people will stay out of their way, but you'll have to forgive them if they hover. This is our home, and we don't like seeing strangers rifling through our things and making a mess of the place. And don't you dare let them pry up any boards or anything like that. I will personally skin them alive and throw them to the sharks if they put one hole in my Sea Queen."
Abruptly Tyra's thoughts paused. Sea Queen. She had forgotten until she uttered the assumed name of the vessel that her White Wolf was incognito. The documents that indicated her ownership of it had it under another name. It had been called White Wolf when it had been completed and sold to her father. Then she frowned. Actually it had been named something else before it had passed to her. Some stupid flowery name that her father had thought would appeal to her. She had promptly renamed it White Wolf, but she didn't think the documents had been updated to include the renaming. Maybe she could use that story to explain the difference in names from the documents and the hull. After all, Sea Queen, White Wolf, they could easily have the exact same story.
"And then you have the sell swords, like myself. Mercenaries like us don't have the time or patience to deal with such rabble. If you're wanting to inspect my vessel for any signs of smuggling or piracy, send your men to do so. My people will stay out of their way, but you'll have to forgive them if they hover. This is our home, and we don't like seeing strangers rifling through our things and making a mess of the place. And don't you dare let them pry up any boards or anything like that. I will personally skin them alive and throw them to the sharks if they put one hole in my Sea Queen."
Abruptly Tyra's thoughts paused. Sea Queen. She had forgotten until she uttered the assumed name of the vessel that her White Wolf was incognito. The documents that indicated her ownership of it had it under another name. It had been called White Wolf when it had been completed and sold to her father. Then she frowned. Actually it had been named something else before it had passed to her. Some stupid flowery name that her father had thought would appeal to her. She had promptly renamed it White Wolf, but she didn't think the documents had been updated to include the renaming. Maybe she could use that story to explain the difference in names from the documents and the hull. After all, Sea Queen, White Wolf, they could easily have the exact same story.


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