Tammy's job as the leader of all pirates had done to her what has happened to every successful person since ancient Sumer. It had chained her down in front of a desk. Even with a team of secretaries to help sort her paperwork, it was a full-time job to sift through her many papers and make decisions that would affect the security of trade routes all over the world.
It really pays, though, to have fucked a very powerful person or someone that is attached to a very powerful person. It might have taken months for Tammy to have seen a letter written to her, even by such a close friend and family member as Luka, but Vrackie had passed on to Teach what was going on. Teach had passed it on to one of Tammy's secretaries, who had put a certain written request into the "priority" stack on Tammy's desk.
"Dearest Sis," it had said,
"We might have found an answer to Avelia's fertility problems. We will need a golden apple.
With love,
Luka."
Tammy absentmindedly set down the letter, and she took a few moments to pen that down on the agenda for the next board meeting. Arguing with these no-good felonious bastards was going to be LOTS OF FUN, she thought. Loads.
Several weeks went by, and one lone adventurer had found a lead through a sage that lived in a remote wilderness area. However, the sage in question had important information, in regard to the details of royal succession.
Somehow, this was directly related to the quest to find the last mage that had the ability to produce a golden apple...and it had significance far above and beyond just Avelia's fertility problems. It spoke of an ancient genocide.
Tammy wrote back to Vrackie's party that...