Papa Zarbo

The man for any task on the high seas.

“I trust the prince, though his advisors are another matter. I’ve run errands for him these twenty years. Errands in shadows, and errands in silence, mostly. The silence of night on open water, under waning moonlight. He has agents of many kinds; it isn’t a surprise that he should hire my ship and my crew for some of his more clandestine requirements. Many is the dark night we have sailed into Pavon on the flood tide and left on the ebb, our instructions imparted in the darkness of the dockside by men with faces I’d rather not see or remember. We disappear into the sea fog and emerge where he wills, to do and say whatever he needs, and return with news of a successful adventure. I’ve smuggled the elephants clean out of the Temple of the Elephants in Monsoforro and swum them back to the mainland without any other than the prince and I having the first clue of how it was done. I think I can manage the temporary disappearance of one small boy.”