Theo couldn't hear waves yet, but he was happy enough to follow his companion, assuming the other man knew where he was going. Hey, even if he was guessing, he might have better luck than Theo, who really wasn't doing too well today.
And another strike out: that wasn't really what Theo wanted to hear. But he forged on, unwilling to weaken his lie -- not to mention that surely he could find some way to turn Peter's unwitting "help" to his advantage. Theo nodded with a knowing grin -- he was indeed the type to know what Peter meant. "The old man hangs out at Siren's Cups -- it's a little brewery in Kaiholo Port. Not sure yet where he lives, but I get the impression he keeps the map on him all the time."
If Theo had time to set it up, there would indeed be an old pirate hanging out at Siren's Cups -- a real place exactly as Theo had described -- with a useless fabricated map, waiting for Peter to try to steal from him so that he could cry outrage and demand compensation.
And another strike out: that wasn't really what Theo wanted to hear. But he forged on, unwilling to weaken his lie -- not to mention that surely he could find some way to turn Peter's unwitting "help" to his advantage. Theo nodded with a knowing grin -- he was indeed the type to know what Peter meant. "The old man hangs out at Siren's Cups -- it's a little brewery in Kaiholo Port. Not sure yet where he lives, but I get the impression he keeps the map on him all the time."
If Theo had time to set it up, there would indeed be an old pirate hanging out at Siren's Cups -- a real place exactly as Theo had described -- with a useless fabricated map, waiting for Peter to try to steal from him so that he could cry outrage and demand compensation.
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
