Walking through the streets of old Felixstowe, keeping her head low. The crowded narrow streets filled with either laborers or just genuine townsfolk, they helped give her even more cover. Starling made her way through the mob to a rather conspicuous looking tavern. Entering through the wooden fence gate, to see an entire tavern filled with lowly men. How perfect.
Dasher silently walked over to the empty table and chair in the corner, and sure enough due to her 'disguise' she was noticed by almost every single male in the room, who were most likely fantasizing about what they're going to do with her. How perfect. The only thing which kept her head up about this, is that a perverted man is one of the most impeccable ways to get out intel.
The barkeep who looked rather young walked over to the corner she was sitting in. He stood there, staring right at her quite exposed cleavage. As he gulped he asked, "What would you like from this humble tavern of ours Madame ?". Still keeping her head low Starling replied, "I'd like some water and some bread for now lad." he nodded and left her be. The apt female felt a glare checking her out, unsurprisingly it was the man next to her table. As the boy came back to her table with her order, the man got up and sat on the Dasher's table. He put down some cash on the table signaling the boy that he'll be paying for the edibles she'd ordered.
"That'll do good for the payment, shouldn't it lad?" the man said. The boy nodded and walked back to the bar cabinets. The man took her hand, "Ahoy milady" he kissed the her hand, this was the damsel's opening. Instead of snapping her hand away, she took the chance to get some leaks off him. He had a chat with her about how he's a captain of his own ship and about his crew. Starling merely deceived her interest, until she decided to take matters on her own hands.
"I think I want something else too from you, captain..." she cooed. He got the hint and smirked, as he took her hand and guided the colleen to a corridor above the tavern, unlocking a door and leading her inside the room. It was a basic room with a window overlooking the busy streets and some worn out curtains. A desk, wardrobe and an old, rickety bed. He pinned her against the wall, her back facing him. As he undid her corset, loosening it up a bit allowing her to pull out her faithful dagger she'd been hiding in her corset, just for a moment like this. Before he could untie it further, she quickly turned around. Grabbing him and pinning him against the wall, dagger right on his neck, aching to take his life.
"Now, answer me or I'll snatch the one thing you should've valued more than pleasure, your life." He had the audacity to reply, "Feisty one eh?" enraged, she stabs his arm. "Your life is on the line, Captain." As she grabbed the tainted sheets off the bed to tie the dumbfounded man up.
"I want all your lore on a certain Captain VC." He scoffed, "I really don't see why everybody is after that bilge-sucking bastard." Starling pushed the blade more into his neck, "Alright, I don't know much but he's supposedly getting some more crew here, they'll be boarding in around a few hours," he paused to take a breath and continued "Here I thought I was gonna crack jenny's teacup." That did it, the incensed Dasher threw the dagger right at his heart, "Men and their over compulsion with pleasure. Look what it did to this man."
She muttered as she wrapped him up in the bed sheets, covering his body. Wiped her crimson tipped blade clean and made sure to leave no evidence. She quickly fastened her corset and left through the window. Making use of the mattress to break her fall, which was wasn't too high of a one. She makes her way to the port, seagulls screeched. Ahoys and raspy voices filled up the already massed harbor.
Looking for one mysterious Jolly Roger.