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[fuckyeahmaths]

The getaway had been the simple part. What had complicated the process had been Razorbill trying to figure out - whilst hovering indecisively far above a market full of unsuspecting traders - how he was going to carry any of the things he saw there. Would the captain like any of it?

He had compromised by darting in to snatch a crate of books at the edge of the market, because the seller made them sound very interesting and no one seemed to want them, and a tray of jewellery. He'd then celebrated by eating a cow he found a little way out of town, before setting back for the ship. An exciting day, all in all, and Edward was enormously lucky that the lure of treasure was stronger than his curiosity for exploring the land beyond the port.

There'd be more time for that later, though.

After several hours of searching he appeared on the horizon, a black speck that grew at a prodigious rate until he came around to land carefully on the Jackdaw's stern.

"Did it work?" He asked, eagerness overriding the exhaustion from spending so long in the air.

[jackdaws]

"Aye, and we've a chest full of gold to show for it, don't we lads?" Edward turned from the wheel to regard the dragon as he landed, then flashed a grin to the crew. Of course, a large cut of it would be going to him, but split between all the Jackdaw, this catch was more than most men had earned in years of privateering or menial work.

Then he noticed the crate and the tray of jewellery the dragon had brought with him. "Jesus, Razorbill! What's all that?" More treasure? In all his years as a pirate, this had to be one of his best swindles yet.

[fuckyeahmaths]

If Edward had ever wondered what a smug dragon looked like, he had the perfect example in front of him. After all, he had constructed the plan, and it was very nice to know that it had been such a success.

"I am very glad to hear it! Yes, these are for you." He pushed the tray forward with one claw, "I thought you might wear something from it... I am only sorry I could not carry more, but I did not have anything to put them in." He would need to fix that. Perhaps if he took some of the ship's netting, and tied it around his belly, he might put things in it. He would ask later.

The crate he kept under his foot, but reached into it to lift two large, worn books, Les mille et une nuits and Newton's Opticks from the stack in his claws. "These you might keep below, so that they do not become lost or damaged, but I have taken them for myself as prize."

[jackdaws]

Edward crouched down and rifled through the tray, his face splitting into a hungry grin. He examined rings, womens' bracelets, and finding a gaudy jewel encrusted amulet, he promptly put it around his neck with a smug, "How do I look?"

Ridiculous was the most likely consensus, but it wasn't like the crew were going to tell him that when they had an eye on getting pieces of the jewellery for themselves.

When Razorbill pulled the books out, Edward paused in his scavenging long enough to give him a baffled look. "Can you read those bland things? Or is it that they're valuable?"