Hoff isn’t happy about being left behind, but your action against the pirates and the scars on your back have gained you a certain influence with the Admiralty.
A day or two of negotiations, and you’re on a fast clipper flying north by northwest. It’s good to feel the wind on your face, good to be in the air again. You spend the voyage re-reading the brief Hoff gave you, practicing a few Arabic phrases with the half-Egyptian ship’s cook, exercising on deck, and reading some books from the captain’s stash. There’s a brand new book about this fellow Sherlock Holmes. A consulting detective, what will they think of next?
Stolen story; please report.
You pass over jungles. You pass over a vast desert. Then, Morroco rises from the sands, glittering with all the promise and treachery of an oasis.
Before you land, you’ll have to come up with a story. I mean, you can’t very well knock on the doors of the palace and ask to see their sextant, can you?
So, who are you?
So, who are you?
