I strode onto the ship, my crew at my back. The ship seemed to be from beyond Korska. It certainly wasn’t a local, not with its strange design, Probably smugglers of some sort, or traders, not that there was much difference. In any case, I’d need to check out the cargo.
A Human male stepped in front of us. He watched us warily, his hands twitching. He wore a pistol at his belt, but he didn’t draw it. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take on a whole crew of pirates. “The cargo’s this way,” he said, waving them toward the cargo hold. “You can take what you want.”
My eyes narrowed. This guy seemed way too willing to let go of the cargo. Most people who were boarded would complain about it at least a little. What was he hiding?
“This is all of it,” he said.
I poked at their cargo. There were some tools, but overall, it wasn’t much. Maybe some other crews would have taken it, but I had not fight with traders who we