And the Oh, We find our interlude in the clouds. The indulgence sails through the wispy coastal clouds around

Boujani, hovering amongst the sails of a small exploratory fleet dispatched by the young buds.

We pan over the brightly painted and decidently fill agreed details of the indulgence,

Olivia's personal yacht, a small. of the beneath massive warships on either side with a few schooners moving back and forth and of

course an aviary fit for the finest birds money can buy.

Moving through the ship we can see the smiling faces of sailors, skyjacks all, hardened

either in the syndicate or other privateer fleets that proved themselves to be the best of the best to be offered the most coveted prize there is.

A contract from the Youngblood family.

We move past these men and women into a beautifully appointed office and quarters, with walls

painted with lavender, elaborate carpets, and fine worked furniture, each carved with intricate reliefs.

Sitting behind a desk, looking over maps, papers, and models, we see Olivia Youngblood.

She is dressed in fine clothes that have been unbuttoned and loosened.

Her hair hangs in strands over her face,

and the fading light of the sunset peaks in through the window, being slowly replaced

in the room by lantern light. I think it's at this moment that there is a knock on her door.

Come in.

The door opens and we see enter Silas Denison.

Silas Denison is a big broad man, well-muscled and well-appointed.

He looks to be in his late 30s,

although those that know him know that he is much older than that.

He wears on his person at this point a uniform that is dusty and dirty, as if he has been working for most of the day.

Over all of that he has a long leather coat good for flying and sturdy gloves

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