Jing smirked. It had been of some celebration when she had waylaid the infamous James Kidd, or as she is less commonly known as Mary Read. She was an assassin trophy worthy of some great commendation, but before she handed her over, she needed some personal information out of her.
“I can assure you, Ms. Read.” she said in her Chinese-tinted English, “I do not intend to keep you here longer than necessary.” She planted the tip of her Dao o the ground and leaned on it slightly, haughtily.
“Just tell me the whereabouts of Edward Kenway and I’ll let you on your merry way.”
