Nassau. The Kingdom of Thieves, some called it. Tytos could never find a book detailing its exact origins. The general view of most pirates and traders that made this place home was that it had first been settled by lowlife pirates and smugglers and Tytos had an easy time believing that. No known kingdom ever produced records of a colony in this area of the world nor had there been any efforts made in pacifying it. Of course, said pacification would be more trouble than it was worth. The island kingdom was unoccupiable and if it was destroyed, the scum of the world would congregate at some other hideaway. The kind of foolishness needed to attack Nassau would require a grand alliance of sorts to assure the crowned heads of the known world that their rivals took just as many losses as they did from a pirate war.
"Oi, Tytos! We are in port, I want my share of the spoils!"
The dwarf sighed. Neither Theon nor William were in sight. Typical. He glared at the overly muscled man walking over to him. As accountant, it was suspected that he had one of the keys to the cargo hold and the booty they had taken on their most recent voyage. That meant he had to deal with small-minded pirates while the cat was away.
"Perhaps you'd like to take it up with the Captain. She usually gives the word when distributing the goods of which you are owed... One shilling considering your most recent debt, Bartholomew," Tytos stated, using the man's full name. He honestly didn't deserve to be named for one of the most famous pirate captains of legend, but then, if life was fair, he wouldn't have been born a dwarf. He reached into his pouch and tossed the bigger man a coin.
"There. Never let it be said I don't care for my fellow crew members."
"I will cut off your tongue, dwarf," the man growled as he ran towards him. Big mistake, Tytos though. He easily stepped to the side and tripped him. It was unfortunate they were both standing at the edge of the ship. Bart fell into the water with a roar as the pirates around them erupted into laughter.