The port town of Mar de Guadancia stood on a level promontory of land that stuck out into the bay. The approach to the town was narrow, a strip of shoals and mudflats that was passable only at high tide. The outer harbor was wide and very deep and could shelter any type of boat. The pier was a ramshackle affair of rough poles, canvas, and driftwood piled up as if on whim. There was a warehouse, a tavern, and several more substantial buildings.

Captain Cedrezella, a youngish pirate with brilliant blue eyes and a mane of white-blonde hair, sat at a table near the wall of the tavern, tossing back a beaker of beer and exchanging stories with her first mate, Zubiya.

The tavern was typical of that kind of place frequented by sailors and fishermen, with rough wooden planks on the floor and benches and long tables scattered throughout. The walls of the place had been whitewashed at one time, now the paint was peeling and had cracked in many places, like parchment that has begun to dry out. Along the wall were rows of hooks where fishermen had left their nets to dry, and the walls and ceiling were lined with coils of rope, anchors, and ship's gear.

As Cedrezella talked with Zubiya, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the tavern door opening, and another patron entered. The captain glanced toward the door and then quickly glanced away again, but she had had a good look at the newcomer.

“Bartender!” she cried loudly. “Bartender, a drink for that young fellow who just came in!”