The thought of being paid to sneak around excited Vigga. She was a damn good sneak. Even made special soft leather shoes, for when she didn’t go barefoot, just for sneaking. Made it easier to get around on rooftops to find the open windows for stealing. Maybe if she decided to give up the sea life, she’d become a private eye and get paid to sneak. But then she’d probably have to learn how to read and other high society things they didn’t exactly teach on the pirate ship.

Vigdis caught the wink and sighed, her impish smile turning into something more forced. This was the problem with the landfolk. They didn’t know how to play and have fun. He didn’t want to play her games or eat food with her. He was probably only interested in getting his dick wet. The crewmen had warned her of these things when she had started to develop from a little girl into a young woman. Having twenty-something father-like men in her life, she was schooled on what to watch out for and how to protect herself. Having little self-restraint, Vigga rolled her eyes at his comment. “Suit yerself. I’m ‘posed ta be workin’ anyways…”

Landfolk certainly knew how to take the wind out of her sails.