[Poggio]

“A Flask?-” her voice grew from its snicker to a chuckle. “What’s a flask t’ an entire house o’ liqu’rs ‘n swill?” Had he not burned out his senses from drowning in drink, Mary was sure Mr. Kite would know she had been with him. But she watched. And what she saw over the past day made her even more disgusted with the lad, even if it was masked in her laugh. “Well rejoice Lad” she said on the tale ends of her mirth “ye can always trust a dishonest scallywag t' be true thar needs fer booty. We needs nah raise th' jolly roger yet. I be here. Ye can natter t' me as be.”