Flint and the crew storm Noonan's, they were rowdy, loud and thirsty for rum and women. They pushed many out of their seats, no one challenged the Crimson Crew and now that crew, those men were his to look out for. The Captain commanded them but he watched over them, like an older brother. At this very moment that older brother was taking all his younger brothers out for drinks and with luck all of them would have a fine smelling girl to take to bed by nights end. As it happened no one seemed to be having much trouble with either endeavor. Drinks were being poured and the whores flocked to the men, it was as if they could smell when men had a pay day coming. Flint laughed as he and four of his men took up seats in the corner of the room, surrounded by the rest of the crew. Bottles were set on the table and women appeared out of no where. A pretty blonde sat in his lap, leaning in to his neck. Flint only chuckled and pushed her off him.
"For your sake sweetheart, find someone else to entertain. I've brought more than enough friends."
The men laughed as one of them pulled her into his lap, she had no objections, she was getting paid reguardless. Flint enjoyed a few drinks with his crew, laughing and telling bawdy stories when finally he started to wonder where Robyn was. All his men had someone beautiful in their company and he was alone. He wanted his Crimson Lady, but to have her he still needed that room.
"Girl,"
Flint spoke up, over the roar of the revelry to one of the whores tending to them.
"Run and fetch Noonan, I want to rent a room."
The whore looked puzzled for a moment before realization struck her.
"Oh ye don't know do ye? Guess ye would ye what with just gettin back and all, Noonan died. Passed in his sleep poor soul. The brothel has got itself a new owner, a Lady of The House."
Flint, along with a few of his men rose a cup to Noonan. The old man was well liked by the crews.
"Whose this new Lady of The House then?"
Flint asked after setting his tankard down. The whore turned in and pointed to the stairwell on the second floor. Overlooking the floor was a woman he'd seen grow up. He'd held her when she'd had a frightening dream and listened to her sing, he'd told her stories of brave knights and dragon kings. Now she was a woman grown and in charge of the most profitable brothel on Nassau.
"Max?..."