A middle-aged lass slunk in through the front door. She wore a red-bandanna tied tightly around her forehead. She wandered past a couple of men and playfully brushed up against them as she made her way towards the bar where the infamous Captain was quietly working away. In her hand she counted the credit chits that she had just plucked from the unsuspecting victims. The pickpocket smiled brightly as she got closer to the Captain, and after a moment she leaned forwards over the bar, laying down some credit chits - in plain view - "Heya, boss. I'm thinkin' we need t' get the crew back t'gether. I think there's somethin' worth t' come out of this embargo Bretonia and Gallia have goin' fer them. Ya got one last bite in ya?" She looked down at the credit chits, smiling softly with glowing eyes - mischievous eyes. Morgan would know her immediately as Vanessa Hayes, a young pirate who use to run with his outfit, and a skilled pickpocket. She had dropped off the face of the earth when the Buccaneer's begun taking too much heat from their robberies. Though she never seemed to stray too far away from trouble.
