Mena happily leaned in and took full advantage. She weighed his anchor, raised his flag, jigged his rigging, swabbed his decks and pillaged his crows nest before she was finished and lay humming to herself pulling straw out of her hair.
"Well that was nice." she pulled a flask of whiskey out of her discarded shirt and took a pull off it before offering it to Zig. "So tell me some swashbuckling tales, how did you end up here at the Green Heart? You must be running from something. Everyone who comes here is running from something. Except Jerri, she is just here to make hungry people happy."
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