Round 6 Mafia Hit - East is East

The port was surprisingly busy this late in the day. The Captain scanned the area. The crew of various ships were running about and yelling to one another as they went about prepping their ships. Bags of food and barrels of water, everything a ship needed to make it to the next port. There were even two cannons and other pieces of artillery next to a palm tree waiting to be loaded. The Captain smiled. Her own crew would be joining the fray and refitting the ship soon.

Leaving the dock area, the Captain made her way past the market to the open square. She would have to hurry, for the other Captains would no doubt be here soon. There it was, etched in fine marble. The Clara. A ship that had sunk long ago. She didn’t really know the story, but one of her men had suggested they come here to the statue to learn about it. But wait, perhaps the statue was the clue? She leaned in just as the wind began to pick up. The tail of her turban dancing in the breeze behind her.

There was a smell of smoke and a burning sensation. From all of the shouts, she discovered that it was in fact she that was on fire. Quickly removing the turban from her head, she tossed it on the ground and stamped out the flames. Deciding it was best not to let herself be intimidated, she moved around to the other side of the statue. It would figure then that about the moment she had settled in for a closer look, the horse pulling a cart behind her would get spooked. Water and grains were spilled at her feet and all over her best shoes. This was turning out to be a rough day.

Perhaps a view from the side then. Moving to the side of the statue, the Captain gave a quick view in all directions. Best to avoid open flames and jittery horses. For a third time, she leaned in to take a closer look at the statue. There appeared to be something…. Captain Darsa never got to finish that thought. Shove from behind sent her forward into the statue and crack her skull on the lovely white marble. Whatever insight she had gained from the statue now ran through red streams down the smooth stone. Not that it would be much consolation to Darsa, but her killer had at least deciphered the clue.