"So we're really doing this."
"Cold feet already?" Pierre spread the blueprints wider across the weathered wooden crate, the papers crackling under his palms. The faded ink lines seemed to come alive in the dim light, revealing every detail of Hardy's monument with startling clarity. "Because I can always find another woman who's not afraid of a little danger."
Raven snorted, settling onto a stack of moldy fishing nets that compressed beneath her weight with a soft squelch.The abandoned shack groaned around them, a constant complaint against the sea wind. Moonlight filtered through grimy windows, casting silver, shifting patterns across the schematics. A rat scurried across the far corner, disappearing into a hole in the wall.
"Please. I've stolen from crews that would skin you alive for looking at them wrong." She leaned forward, her blue eyes catching the light as they swept over the town square blueprints. "A pompous Navy captain doesn't exactly keep me up at night."
