Pirate — Knaben ~upd~

"Excuse me," he said.

The ghost ship faded back into the fog.

Captain Black-Tooth looked down at Knaben. The silence stretched for a long minute.

While the rest of the crew of the Iron Maw swung on ropes with cutlasses between their teeth, howling at the moon, Knaben was usually below deck, organizing the pantry. He labeled the crates. He sorted the limes to prevent scurvy. He folded the Captain’s socks. pirate knaben

Knaben opened his book. "According to the Maritime Code of 1702, Section 4, Paragraph C: 'Any vessel providing aid to a distressed vessel may claim tax exemption on all recovered goods.'" He pointed a shaking finger toward the far side of the deck. "Did we not, Captain, rescue the crew of the Wandering Gull from a reef three weeks ago?"

"TO THE DECK!" the Captain bellowed, dragging the boy up the ladder.

"It wasn't scary, Captain," Knaben said, closing his book with a satisfying thump . "It was just proper filing. Now, about those socks..." "Excuse me," he said

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Knaben looked up from his ledger, pushing his spectacles up his nose. "I was just calculating our rum reserves, Captain. We’re down twelve percent. I took the liberty of rationing the grog. Also, your socks were inside out."

The ghost looked bewildered. She summoned a massive, spectral ledger of her own, flipping through pages that rustled like dry leaves. "No one has cited the Mermaid Council in three hundred years..." The silence stretched for a long minute

They were drifting near the Isle of Krell, a place marked on maps with a skull and the words: Here Be Accounting Errors. Or, as the legends said, The Treasury of the Drowned.

The Captain threw his head back and laughed, a booming sound that shook the ropes. "Get below, you menace! And double the rum rations! Knaben just saved our skins!"

Knaben turned back to the ghost. "A rescue constitutes aid. Furthermore, under the 'Environmental Preservation Act' currently enforced by the Mermaid Council, we have dutifully thrown our apple cores overboard to feed the fish. That is a non-monetary credit."