"A long time she is taking with this next chapter, Master Windu. Know you of any reason for this?"
"Not at all. But I can't believe she would abandon them at such a crisis."
"Hard to see, the workings of the author's mind are." The small, green figure tightened his grip on his stick and closed his eyes, ears lowering in concentration. "Worse, this is, than I ever imagined. Run away to sea, she has!"
Windu launched himself to his feet, reaching out to the Force for confirmation. At once his mind was filled with visions. Tall ships with their sails scandalized, pigtailed mariners eating salt-horse and plum duff while their braided and bewigged officers discussed the merits of using cannon or the sword to finish off the cursed pirates. "I thought she was among the elves," he said, mystified as to her utter lack of commitment.
"Seduced by the lure of blue broadcloth and sea-green eyes, she has been." Yoda confirmed, shaking his head sadly. "Commandeered by the Commodore, no less."
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