Jack the Winner was used to getting visitors. Pirates, thieves, smugglers, all sorts really. He may not rule Bilgewater like Sarah Fortune did nowadays, but Jack knew how to get things done, for a price. Oh yes, he was used to getting all sorts, but the man stepping into his little ‘throne room’ this evening was one of the last people Jack ever expected to see standing before him. “Well well, Malcolm Graves. Your wanted posters don’t do ya justice.” He leaned forward slightly. “So, what brings ya to me this lovely evening, eh?”
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