"She has agreed to take the task," Nereus replied to his host. The pirate could not help but admire the opulence and array of artifacts contained within the room he now sat.
"Well done, it is my hope that Grace will be up to the task at hand." the well-dressed man replied.
"Captain Death is a very wicked enemy to make," Nereus remarked.
"Yes...but, Grace Flynn is the most dangerous woman alive. She has outwitted or killed some of the most diabolical and intelligent men both upon the land and among the waves. She is the only chance; the Veiled Society has of destroying this particular villain."
"Perhaps...She will become more dangerous than the monster you seek to unleash her upon. Also, there is the possibility, that you might very well get her killed." Nereus warned.
"I am quite sure that Grace Flynn will become a force to be reckoned with. Know that I have foreseen this and prepared for the inevitability that she must be dealt with." Nereus' host stated coldly.
"Well, I shall keep you informed of our progress when I can and I will see to it that she finds the sword as well," Nereus remarked then stood and put on his caviler hat." Baron Daedalus are you sure there is no other way to destroy Captain Death?"
Baron Daedalus looked at Nereus and straightened his pinstriped vest absently. "I am sure that this matter must be dealt with and Grace Flynn is the weapon of my own choice."
Nereus nodded in return and then left the room. As the pirate took his leave of Baron Daedalus’ offices and made way to the inn that he had selected for the evening, he could not help but feel a sour pit growing in his stomach. He had known Grace for many years, and he had a fondness for her, akin to a bond, he once held for another woman that he had lost tragically so long ago...his sister, Nerea. The pirate knew he was betraying Grace by working with Baron Daedalus and he was assuredly placing her in grave danger.
Yet, Captain Death was a matter of grave concern, and it was only a matter of time before the Crown, became involved. Nereus' recent meeting with the Queen had not gone well and Her Majesty was insistent that if Baron Daedalus did not handle the matter, England would.
Baron Daedalus, however, had seemed unmoved by the Queen's ultimatum. The Baron simply told Nereus to inform the Queen, the Her Majesty's intervention would only complicate the issue. If this did not appease Her Majesty, then Baron Daedalus would seek council with the Crown, himself. The life of a pirate and double-agent was getting complicated and Nereus needed a drink to clear his head, and perhaps some company to share his bed before he headed to sea.