LeonGreybeard
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"If she was a ship of the line, there would be four more waiting just over the horizon. But a ship of the line would never turn tail and run like that. They would have fought to the last man, sending signals to the reinforcements. No, they are gone, for good. Sir Roger was aboard, hoping to gloat at my defeat. He is not one to risk his life. There will be tales in the inn tonight about how they whipped us and sent us running for our lives. And we won't hear of him again. Unless by chance. Come Thom, the men have broken out the rum."
Atticus led the victory cheer, mug of rum high in the air. There was music from a fiddle, the men danced and drank, all but Jason and two who looked to be from Africa, but wore odd looking hats and full black fearsome beards. Their swords were different too, short, and curved. One threw a thin silk cloth in the air and sliced it in two, laughing about how his blade had not even been dulled by the battle.
A big blond man screamed then laughed as another poured rum on the hole left by a big wood splinter that had been pulled from his thigh. Gritting his teeth he charred the skin with a hot iron to cauterize the wound. Then, limping, laughed with the others, and drank more than most. He was the first to fall asleep. "That is Eric," whispered Atticus, "He believes the only way to heaven is to die in battle."
Queeb, from the high crow's nest called down, 'All clear' from time to time. Soon the coast of Hispaniola was in sight. Atticus showed Thom how to scan the shore with his glass to look for smoke. They soon identified a large expanse with no smoke, and thus uninhabited for the moment at least. "Jason! Make for Snake's Head cove. We make repairs and careen her as best we can."
Atticus hugged Thom to his side, and kissed the top of her head. "How do those new boots fit then?"
Atticus led the victory cheer, mug of rum high in the air. There was music from a fiddle, the men danced and drank, all but Jason and two who looked to be from Africa, but wore odd looking hats and full black fearsome beards. Their swords were different too, short, and curved. One threw a thin silk cloth in the air and sliced it in two, laughing about how his blade had not even been dulled by the battle.
A big blond man screamed then laughed as another poured rum on the hole left by a big wood splinter that had been pulled from his thigh. Gritting his teeth he charred the skin with a hot iron to cauterize the wound. Then, limping, laughed with the others, and drank more than most. He was the first to fall asleep. "That is Eric," whispered Atticus, "He believes the only way to heaven is to die in battle."
Queeb, from the high crow's nest called down, 'All clear' from time to time. Soon the coast of Hispaniola was in sight. Atticus showed Thom how to scan the shore with his glass to look for smoke. They soon identified a large expanse with no smoke, and thus uninhabited for the moment at least. "Jason! Make for Snake's Head cove. We make repairs and careen her as best we can."
Atticus hugged Thom to his side, and kissed the top of her head. "How do those new boots fit then?"
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