Catherine hugs her daughter close against her, bodies rubbing together. "We'll work out the future together. For now, you should rest." She breathes between kisses.
"I want to check information what I get from little bird. Maybe we will get another reward, not just for the pirates. Did name Luckly Alice ring any bell in your head?" She said as they heading to centrum if Havana and market place.
“I know... Good night, mother...” Mariel buried her face between her mother's large breasts and tried to fall asleep, her hand never leaving Catherine's butt.
"Lucky Alice? What, is that a whore or something? No, never heard of her." Peter shakes his head. Heading into the city, they arrive at the massive market place, several hundred stalls erected in the square in front of the cathedral.
Mariel awakens to a scream and the shattering of porcelain. Her eyes fly open, and she finds herself staring into the eyes of the family maid, who looks at the incestuous couple on the bed in horror.
"No, whore you would know already. She is English trader, so we have to simply look for her outfit. My bird told me, that she looking for wealthy targets to rob on the sea." She told him how prisoner described Luckly Alice, as they walked across the Market.
Still not fully awake, Mariel moved more by instinct than by conscious thought. She quickly looked around the room to make sure there was no one else there, then got out of the bed and grabbed the maid's arm, preventing her from running away. “Be quiet!” She hissed, her other hand going to cover the maid's mouth.
"I see. You want me to go to the docks, see if I can't find a ship by that name?" Peter asks as the two hear the sounds of haggling and smell meat and spices.
Looking around, it's just a stirring Cathering, Mariel and the maid. "Mmph!" The woman groans in surprise as she's grabbed.
"No, it is her fake name, not real. And I doubt it that she would come here on her own ship. El Corazon Negra, you probably hear about her, that is her real name." She said and sigh. "But I don't know if the information is real in first place, so I want first to find her and then find evidence that she is a pirate."
The last thing Mariel needed was to get distracted by her mother's naked body. Thus she focused on the only other person in the room. “Be quiet!” She repeated as she looked into the maid's eyes and squeezed the woman's arm more firmly, then waited for her mother to fully wake up.
Faye barely stopped herself from bursting into laughter. So that's what this is about? It was one of the most hilarious curses she got to cast in a long while and she is damn proud of that one. Doesn't change the fact that lady in front of her didn't seem to approve. At leash she didn't seem like the type to be aware of how it works exactly. She needs to spin in some way. Witch chuckles at the woman. "I don't think anyone here would have enough money to pay me for something like that. I think most likely they got the wrong kind of attention from something you don't trifle with. You know how sailors say that sea has a mind of it's own? It does in a way and you want to know too little or too much to be safe. They should be happy only their gender got changed."
"Right." Tossing the habit on, Isabela shot a wink to her newest crew member, doing her best to look sultry. "How do I look, sweetness?"
After some thought, Renee decided to travel to the French-owned part of the island. There, she could hopefully, fish for some information and gain some cash before moving on.
The maid goes silent, as Catherine's eyes flutter open. "S-Sweeti- Oh dear..." She sighs, realising what happened.
"Some people would consider it not to be such a laughing matter." The redhead glares. "Still, I can let something small like that go - if I have something more important to distract me. Your boss, the leader of your...coven. Chief witch, whatever you people call it. Give me information on her, and your shop could be overlooked." She offers - the only problem being that the witch has no idea what she's talking about.
"Like a courtesan wearing a nun costume. Perhaps we can aim a little more for contrition than sexiness, at least until we reach the ship?" The nun asks. Leaving the convent, the two 'sisters of God' get a little more attention than expected, getting lewd offers from many of the sailors around the port, but luckily much of the furor has died down since Isabela's adventure earlier, and they manage to make it to their berth. As Isabela walks up the gangplank, she hears a number of chuckles and jokes from her crew. John Marshall, the veteran sailor acting as her bosun, approaches, smirking. "Decided to take the vows, did you? Well, I'll miss y- You didn't..." He cuts himself off as he sees the nun. "Please tell me that's just a whore in a nun costume and we didn't just steal an actual nun."
As Renee thinks, she hears a knock at the door. By the time she's turned around, the head ex-slave enters her room, not waiting for an invitation.
Marlene take a look at the marketplace and think about next step. "I will go to the governor house and discuss bounty for pirates which we already have. With empty ship of these scumbags, I will go to buy supplies for" Saint Antonio". She said.
