grid: I 5
location: Black Falcon port
Burtrand paced back and forth on the bridge of his ship, the Hornet. He was pondering the Royal Knight's shipping records his spies had just brought him. His last raid on their cargo ships had been interesting. Royal Knight's had sent a navy escort with the cargo ships, and he had an interesting time dealing with them. He made it through, but barely.
Burtrand turned and there stood his first mate, Sydney Smythe.
"Sir, I seen one of the crew who we sent after th' lubber who jumped Georgie and his lady friend. He's got some sort of metal about the neck. I fear it's some treasure he ain't told you 'bout," Sydney said.
"Send him to me at once!" Burtrand scowled.
A few moments later, the crew member knelt, sniveling at Burt's feet. Burt took his cutlass' tip and lifted the cord of the pendant around the fool's neck. The pendant was beautifully wrought of silver and diamond, hung on a leather thong.
"I see you have found quite a fair trinket," Burtrand said.
"Sir! I didn't mean to! I was gonna give it to you, honest!"
Burtrand cut the cord holding the pendant, flung it into the air. He caught it and put it in his pocket. He then kicked the sailor in the face and sent him sprawling across the deck.
"Smythe!" Burt said, "hang him from the main upper yardarm!"
"Consider it done, cap'n," said the first mate.
Burtrand descended the ladder to the main deck and entered his cabin, where he had a bottle of rum waiting.