Lizzie

“I’ll say whatever I please. I’m not a lady, I’m a pirate!”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Pirate King

“Pain goes away eventually,” he says. “Death is permanent.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Pirate King

“No, it wasn't," he insists.

Then he's kissing me

What the--I misread where that was going.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Pirate King

“We’ll need a new navigator. Someone who can track and knows the lands and waters well.”

Niridia nods.

A crazy thought comes to me. “I know just the man.”

“Man?” Niridia asks. “Didn’t you swear after Ralin that you’d never take on another man for the crew so long as we already had one?”

“Oh, don’t remind me about Ralin. Couldn’t keep his hands off the crew, that one. Despicable creature.”

“He was a bit more bearable once you cut them off.”

“Yes, shame he decided to leave our employ after that. Can’t imagine what that was about.”

Niridia smiles. “Some men don’t have the stomach for being pirates.”

“This one, if he’s willing, should be well cut out for the job. He’s more interested in his drink than in the girls. And he’s so slow, he wouldn’t be able to catch any of the women.”

“Sounds like a fine specimen. How could we turn down such an able-bodied man?”

I laugh. “I missed you, Niridia.”

“Missed you, too, Captain.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Pirate King