Captain
Briggs is taken aback by the insolence he perceives in Phoebe's wink.
“What
problem?” he demands, “You think you can summon the winds?
Preposterous. How did you get on my boat, wench?”
She
looks him in the eye with a gaze he finds unnerving. “I'd be
careful just who I called wench,” she says. “Today I'm here to
help, but you might find I bring ill fortune were I to visit again.”
The
Captain presses the knife deeper into her neck. “Was that a
threat?”
“Call
it a consideration. I'm the only thing that stands between you and
almost certain death.” Her eyes flick in the direction of the
knife. “Your hospitality skills seem to be somewhat deficient.”
