Devlin blushed.
Tanner said, knowing that if his ears could hear other conversations in the room, other ears listened to him talking. “I have some information. Private.”
Carrion said to Devlin, “Stay here. Tell the girl to bring you another bowl of stew if you want.”
“I can do that?”
“But only watered wine. We’ll return shortly.” Carrion said, as he stood and headed for the door.
Tanner stood and happened to catch sight of a man with red hair. Wild red hair. Underneath was a short, heavy-set man with droopy eyes and an empty mug in front of him. Captain Jamison of The Rose, without a doubt. He turned away and followed Carrion.
The day was late, the sun low, but not yet near the horizon. Carrion walked to the intersection of two streets where a low stone wall lined one side of the road. A vegetable garden lay on the other side of the wall, but the height was perfect for sitting. Two others were already sitting and talking.
Carrion sat and said, “Tell me.”
Tanner told of the incident at the docks a what Margo has said about not trusting the Far Seeker. He also explained the situation Captain Jamison found himself in. A fine captain without the funds to pay his debts and a ship in need of repair, but a solid hull. A captain with a fine reputation.
Carrion listened without interruption. After Tanner finished speaking and said that the man called Margo would stop by in the morning. Carrion said, “That was a stroke of good luck. I’ve been listening all afternoon and heard little of interest except for one thing. Captain Jamison seems to have the respect of the other captains. That means a lot. More than one of them has sent a mug to his table today.”
“I was thinking,” Tanner said. “A captain without a ship is lost. He has debts, but we have gold. A single coin would probably pay the debts and maybe refitting the ship. From what I saw, and we can check it to be sure, the hull is in good shape. It needs ropes, sails, food, and probably a lot more, but like you said, a gold coin buys a nice farm.”
“We have three, plus the silver. I was thinking of buying a whole ship. Maybe we should just buy The Rose and refit it and hire Jamison or another to be our captain.”
“My first reaction is to try and work out a deal with Captain Jamison. We pay his bills and whatever he needs, and he goes where we want. When we are done, the ship is his.”
Carrion said, “You are too trusting, but never do business with a man you don’t trust and you won’t be cheated. Me, on the other hand, would look more to shared ownership. Investment for us, and partnership with him. It would explain our interest to any watching us or wondering who we are.”
“How is that different?” Tanner asked.
“Lawyers. A contract with penalties for non-performance and a goal of earning a profit. Others will see us entering the offices of lawyers, and we can let ‘slip’ our partnership in the Anchor, and word will spread to those interested in knowing these things.”
“It keeps our Dragon Clan hidden under a heavy cover,” Tanner said. “Now we just need to find out if the Captain is willing to work with us.”
“We need him sober and away from the Anchor. Maybe we can arrange a tour of his ship tomorrow.”
Tanner said, “We can always ask him.”
“Perhaps better to find whom he owes and approach them first. Let him realize how he may forfeit his ship to debt. In fact, I think I may go purchase his debts this evening if I can get my boss to allow it,” he laughed.
“I’ll forget the part about being your boss if you tell me what you’re talking about.”
“Let me explain how debt works. Say a ship’s chandler sold ten large silvers for supplies on credit to The Rose. Captain Jamison beaches his ship and cannot pay. The Chandler is out ten large silver, right?”
“Yes, I see that.”
“Suppose I go to the Chandler this evening and offer him four silver, and he gives me the marker for ten silver that the ship owes. I can then present it to the Captain. Will the Chandler sell me the debt? If he believes he will get nothing in return, and I offer him four, will he sell? I believe so. Of course, I’ll offer two, and be willing to dicker up to four.”
“Your benefit is?”
“The more I can buy at discounted prices will be less we pay until we control the ship by calling in all the debts. If we can secure enough of the ship’s obligations, the Captain will have little choice but to deal with us.”
“We don’t want to be in the shipping business, Carrion.”
“Only long enough to have a ship travel when and where we wish. Once we finish our business, the Captain can have his ships back. We can put that in the paperwork if it helps secure his cooperation.”
“If he won’t cooperate?” Tanner asked
“Then we’ll own a ship and hire a captain of our choice, and also a crew.” Carrion stood and said in a mysterious voice, “I have a few debts to run down. You go back to the Anchor and enjoy a dinner and wine. Keep your ears open and stay away from Jamison until I return.”
Tanner stood and watched Carrion hurry off. He went back to the Anchor Inn and found Devlin spooning more stew. This time, it appeared to be a fish stew in a white sauce. Thick chunks of turnips instead of fish seemed to be the major component when the girl brought his bowl.
“Did my older friend pay you for our drinks?” He asked.
“Most people pay when they leave. We keep track in the back.” Her smile invited more and Tanner was about to continue when his ear picked out the word ‘Rose’. He smiled at her, but his mind was already trying to figure out where in the room he’d heard the word.
Devlin started to speak, but Tanner placed his hand on the table and leaned forward. He heard the voice again. It did not originate from Captain Jamison’s table, as expected. It came from directly behind. He dared not turn his head.
“Working with the Far Seeker, both cold earn profits with the right captain.”
Tanner didn’t recognize the voice but continued as he slowly ate a spoonful of stew he didn’t taste. Another voice said, “Too much to outfit her. Better to take on a small cargo ship.”
“Too slow. I want The Rose. Offer him salvage prices. He has no options but debtor prison.”
A chair slid back, and a man stood, brushing past Tanner on his way to Captain Jamison’s table, where he sat, eyes slack and dull. Understanding that their discussion might halt any chance of Carrion’s plan working, he found himself on his feet. He needed something to not only distract the Captain, but make him leave the table before the other could make his pitch—or threat.
“Captain! The Rose is taking on water!” His voice stilled the entire room.
Captain Jamison was on his feet, swaying from the intake of rum, his eyes wide. He steadied himself and took a step in Tanner’s direction.
Tanner reached for his arm. “Sir, this way.”
Devlin leaped up to help, inadvertently stepping between the Captain and the scowling man who had been making his way to the table. Together they whisked him outside and down the street, pausing at the first intersection near a hedge. The Captain bent over and threw up.
Devlin looked at Tanner as if to ask if he’d lost his mind. Then, the Captain stood and headed towards the ships on unsteady legs. Tanner managed to turn him into an alley and sit him on a storage crate. “The Rose is not sinking.”
“What?” The Captain roared.
“Those two men sitting behind me at the inn were going to force you to sell your ship to them. I had to get you out of there.”
“By lying to me? Who the hell do you think you are?”
Instead of stepping back as most seamen would have done at the voice with the crack of authority, Tanner took one step closer and kept his voice steady. “I think that I’m one of the investors who may save your ship. My partner will make you a fair offer tomorrow. One which will provide the funds to refit The Rose and allow you to remain as owner. But you cannot let those two at the Inn force you into a deal tonight.”