“And the better in memory to fix the path of the children’s last retreat, they call that place Pied Piper Street, where anyone playing a pipe or drum was driven back the way he’d come; nor did they allow an inn or tavern to spill forth joy on a street so solemn.”
“Once he was on the ship, Samphire Starboard did nothing but stand around all day long with his hands in his pockets and dream about the taverns he had left behind.”
“Who’ll bid for the wench?′ Samson Orry gripped Jess round her narrow waist and swung her on to the tavern counter. ‘Sharp as a tack, shipmates. Sharp nails an’ all!′