(( This marks the start of a series in which the Indelibles decided to roll pirate toons back during BC. The only character I'm aware that survived this project is Diggsby, now known by the alias Leslie Dixon of the Stormwind City Guard. ))
Lizzie Diggsby, known to the crew of The Moonlit as "Diggs," signed the Bill of Intent which itemized all the goods she purchasing to restock The Moonlit. The Ship Chandler, a rather old-looking Tauren with one broken horn grunted with approval.
"You want us to deliver that alongside?" asked the Chandler.
"Aye," replied Diggs, "Dawn, if possible. Not sure we'll have hands aboard to help with the loading before then. At least, not sober ones," she added. The First Mate of The Moonlit rubbed the top of her head, absently, causing her close-cropped brush of auburn hair to stand up in wild spikes.
"Which berth?" replied the Tauren, automatically.
It was almost a trick question. Booty Bay was a small port for all its busy traffic. There were only three possible moorings for a ship of The Moonlit's tonnage.
"South harbor," said Diggs.
As they spoke, a thin, pinch-faced goblin pushed past Diggs, handing the Chandler a ratty-looking sheaf of papers, and then pushed his way out again.
The Chandler looked over the documents, squinting.
"Which berth did you say you're in?"
"South harbor," answered Diggs, sidling closer, attempting to read the documents upside down.
The old Tauren shook her head, clucking.
"Looks like you're not going anywhere. May want to rethink those supplies for a while."
Diggs leaned over the counter, as the Tauren showed her the Writ of Seizure. Diggs lips worked silently as she read through the tangle of legalese. Her brows knitted into deeper furrows of anger when she finally puzzled it out. Long and short, the goblins had impounded The Moonlit.
"Aw, plug me, runnin'!" she swore, hand slapping the counter. The Tauren shrugged.
"Sorry, Pinkie," replied the Chandler. "Looks like the Gobbos got themself a 'special tax' this week. Dunno who you didn't make friends with, but it looks like they not gonna bother kissin' you, now."
Diggs cut loose with an even more colorful stream of invectives. Cap'n was always so careful -- they flew different colors when they raided up north, made sure to change to the ones registerd to The Moonlit only when they were out to deep sea. No, he ran a tight ship, and between Diggs and himself, they ran even tighter books. The likelihood of anyone recognizing that they were smuggling Azsharan artifacts was so small as to be impossible. Something was up. Diggs ducked out of the Shipping Chandler's office, pulling on her cap and drawing it low over her eyes. Within moments, she assumed the slow, careful gait of a drunk. She staggered and wove her way down to the docks, passing several disinterested Bruisers. When she got alongside The Moonlit, she stood swaying for a minute or two before turning and weaving away into the darkness again. In those few minutes, she had managed to see that none of the other crew members were abovedecks, and that at least two Bruisers were stationed on the helm, playing cards. She ducked behind the building which served as a bank and auction house, and stripped down to thin, vaguely unflattering undergarments. She tucked the coin purse containing the gold meant for supplies securely within the bands of the bandage she wore around her chest in an effort to flatten herself into a passable boy. It worked fairly well under enough grime and loose clothing. Now, of course, it just made her look like a wiry, scruffy slip of a woman, completely unblessed by nature with any attributes that could be called 'alluring.' She bundled her clothes and boots together, tucking them behind a barrel. She strapped sheaths containing rather wicked looking daggers to the outside of each thigh before lowering herself into the shallows behind the bank. Diggs bit back a curse at the chill of the water, which was much cooler under the constant breezes from the west, and without the warmth of the sun. She swam silently around the pilings of the docks, careful to avoid the circles of light created by the torches lining the walkways throughout the town.
She reached the front of The Moonlit where the anchor chain dropped off into the depths of the Bay. Straining to hear if her movements in the water were detected, Diggs carefully shimmied up the chain until she reached the edge of the ship. Still no movement on the deck besides the cackle of the two goblins onboard, playing cards. She gripped the gunwale, quietly lifting and curling her body over the edge onto the deck. She slipped from one group of shadows to the next, matching her gait to the natural creak of the ship as it rolled gently in the harbor. Another gale of nasal laughter from the Bruisers. Diggs ducked into the captain's cabin, feeling her way through the darkness. She found his berth, which was of course was far more comfortable than any of the other crew's racks. It was standalone, four posts anchoring it to the deck. She felt along one of the posts until she located the compartment drawer hidden just underneath the frame. Diggs popped it open and dug questing fingers inside. Sure enough, Cap'n had left her a note. She plucked it out of its hiding spot. She would have to try to read it before she went back into the water. She made her way back out of the cabin and managed to angle herself to get enough light to read the hasty and cramped script on the small scrap of paper.
A pig whistles, just before it flies. Diggs snorted. Not the best code, but a reader unfamiliar with The Moonlit's regular routes wouldn't realize that it meant The Pig and Whistle in Stormwind. Not her favorite place, but it beat the hell out of the gallows at Northwatch. Now the trick was to find the rest of the crew and spring them. They could make their way overland if they had to until....
A gun cocked behind her. Diggs froze.
"Well-well-well," drawled a gravelly voice. "Seems we got us a stowaway."
Slowly, Diggs turned around, showing empty hands. The scrap of paper floated overboard. Both the Bruisers had guns trained on her, now. The second Bruiser scoffed. "Not much of a prize, that's fer sure. All scars an' bones. Couldn't sell her even if I threw in a horse for free." Great. She'd heard of people disappearing from some of the neutral goblin towns, and it was whispered there were a few slavery rings that probably fed some of the more unsavory cults with sacrifices and fodder for similarly unpleasant practices. The fact that she wasn't viewed as a suitable candidate for a buyer did nothing to reassure her. It meant she was expendable.
"Uh... First Mate of the The Moonlit, here," Diggs croaked, mouth gone suddenly dry. "Pretty sure you just want to run me in to jail. Right?" Her tone was that of a suggestion... hopeful, even.
The first goblin assumed an exaggerated look of surprise, "You? First mate? Of this ship?!" he squeaked.
Diggs tensed, "Um... yeah?"
The goblin laughed, a raw, ugly sound.
"Not anymore, princess!"
Diggs was moving even before the guns belched fire at her. She pitched herself over the edge of the ship. She hit the water badly, knocking out what little wind she had in her, but she dove deeper anyway, as shots sizzled into the water around her. She swam out to open sea, lungs burning, oxygen-deprived muscles screaming and running on adrenaline alone. Finally, she kicked her way to the surface and gulped air. Well, there was no going back to Booty Bay tonight.
"Well, plug me, runnin'," she muttered. It was at least five miles across from the Bay to the northern islands, and then another mile up the coast to Westfall. And that was if she swam straight across. Her other options were a trek through the jungles, on foot, alone and nearly naked, or there was a camp of Bloodsails just north of Booty Bay. Swimming, walking, or relying on the hospitality of the Bloodsails -- what a delightful array of choices.
She started listing every possible insult she could remember upon the Goblins and Booty Bay as she started swimming further out to sea.
Then, as the watery miles passed with agonizing slowness, she started making some up.
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