F … O … The tip of his index finger circled it once, twice, before moving on. X. He sighed.‘Rain Fox,’ he murmured, and wondered who he could have been, this long forgotten sky pirate captain who had carved his name on the tavern table. Had he been rich and successful, with a magnificent sky ship and a loyal crew? Or, Quint mused darkly, had he been like most sky pirate captains - short of money, unsure of his crew, harassed, careworn, and continually looking over his shoulder. Probably he’d ended up being ‘festooned’ - left at the top of a Deepwoods tree by a mutinous crew, and replaced by a younger, more ambitious captain.Who knows? All that remained of Captain Rain Fox now was a series of deep scratches in the surface of the scrubbed lufwood.Quint stared down at the ancient carving, just one of hundreds that covered the tables in the Tarry Vine tavern. Across from him, where Maris sat dozing fitfully, was Quint’s father’s name - Wind Jackal - carved in elegant letters with a curling flourish beneath it.
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