#hangingfromtheyardarm

Time passes in the Favor and the man eventually takes his leave, causing Fortune to perk a brow. She waits, though touching the arm of a fellow crewmate she whispers to them.

“Somethin’s not right. I want you and a few to follow me a few paces back.”

They nod, going to pass the message onto others. Sarah leaves into the back alley and takes the times to arm herself. Her prized sword snaps to her back and pistols shoved into their familiar hostlers. She’s careful to drape a cloak around herself, and finally loops around the front of her Tavern only to find the stranger merely 20 paces ahead or so.

Looking for my attention? She thinks to herself, trailing the man with a careful strut. It becomes a trip upwards with old, long winding stairs that overlook the docks below. As the company of others become scarce, she adjusts her own pacing. Sarah thanks the sound of rushing water among the cliffs to mask her steps.

Finally. At the top of this climb lays the remains of an old, yet impressive Noxian Vessel. It was cleverly reconstructed to a functioning Gundola Station. Nothing seemed to add up at this point, but there was not much to base her suspicions on. She merely followed him mostly of curiosity and a gut feeling. Hood pulled from her head, she skips up the steps of the Station. Fortune looks behind her to confirm that her men caught up with her and pushed open the doors to follow after the man, completely unaware of what waited for her inside.

[ Oh! I like this a lot, thank you very much for the idea! 

It wasn’t often that Lorelai ventured out on land but sometimes, after finding someone to allow her the pleasure, she liked to stroll the streets of Bilgewater and get more of an up-close feel for the city-state. She didn’t usually talk to people when she did but she recognized the King of Pirates when he walked up. She wasn’t sure he would recognize her, but she had seem him often enough. 

What she hadn’t expected, though, was for him to approach her. And certainly not to just bend forward to pick her up in one feel swoop, tossing her over one shoulder like one might do with a sack of vegetables. She made a noise of startled surprise, white eyes widening. After a moment of stunned silence, she hit him on the back with one fist. “Excuse me, sir! Put me down this instant!”