MAYA TRIED TO DROP a ruby gem—pay for breakfast, with more than necessary tipping—but Inaia gently plucked up the scarlet jewel and handed it back to the goddess. All meals for the rest of the cruise had been covered, by the huge loot sitting unbothered down below. No man nor woman aboard the passenger vessel needed to pay for shit. Since the frigid encounter of Weeping Well Cove, everyone was rich as a mistress of House Ormond.
Inaia sweetly told to Queen Yemaya. "It's all in the tab, Your Majesty."
Maya only smiled but she was impressed, for she thought Eotigan's tab was meant, not that the passengers of the entire ship had connived two nights before to lay claim to the largest treasure hauled north of the Cold Sea in decades. Inaia made sure to give nothing away with her face; the last thing any passenger onboard wanted was for the sea witch to sniff out their less than noble endeavors on Weeping Well island.
