AVAST YE! Revenge of the Dread Pirate! (closed, check OOC)

AVAST YE!! THE REVENGE OF THE DREAD PIRATE!​

It had been a trap. A bloody trap. The Blood Money had moved in on the Spanish sloop, expecting an easy victory and the beautiful mound of treasure that would come from a military payroll. The first volley from the pirate galleon knocked half the guns on the sloop off, the second broadside crippled her sails, leaving her dead in the water. Her colors struck and the Blood Money approached, greed flickering in every man’s eyes as they prepared to board and take the booty. That’s when everything went to hell.

The man in the crow’s nest began screaming. “SAILS ON THE HORIZON!! SPANISH FLAGS!!” Jack’s head snapped up as he grabbed his looking glass his face paling at what he saw. “HARD TO STARBOARD! MAKE THE SAILS READY TO RUN!!!” He yelled to the helmsmen. “We’ve got two ships of the line coming at us with the wind at their backs!” He saw the look on every experienced crewman’s face as he uttered those words. There wasn’t a hope they could outrun the large warships, especially if they were running with the wind. Blood Money couldn’t get turned in time, and one of those ships would rip them apart in no time flat. Two of them… well they’d be lucky if there was debris left to cling to. Jack saw the fear on every man’s eyes, the same fear he felt in his own heart. Their luck had run out. He growled, he was a pirate captain… impossible victories were his forte. “DON’T JUST STAND THERE LIKE SPINELESS JELLYFISH! RUN OUT THE SAILS!!” He yelled, the men instantly snapping to work at his voice sounding out like a pistol. “They’ll not take us without a fight…” He said, nodding to Sabre, his second on this vessel. She was a fearsome fighter, but spoke not a word. Jack merely smiled. “We’ve got some luck left in us yet.” He said, squeezing her hand. “But just in case, and I know this sounds a bit sappy and sentimental of me, I want you off on the first longboat with the injured when those ships come in range.” He knew she wouldn’t listen to him, but a man could wish.

“Sir! Off to port! It’s Rocco and the Merry Robin!” The helmsman yelled and Jack turned cursing as he did. There was Rocco at the helm, driving recklessly towards the two Spanish vessels. “Damnit what’s he thinking?!” Jack yelled, but he already could tell. Rocco was had his course set and was at ramming speed. He’d slow the ships down enough for Jack and his crew to escape. Jack watched his eyes wide with amazement as Rocco captained his ship down on the two, one breaking off to deal while the other continued the chase, but losing precious speed as it turned out of the other ships maneuvers. Still… those guns could sound from far away, and Jack had a feeling they wouldn’t get out of this one unharmed…

KABOOOOOOOM! As if on cue the Spanish ships forward guns belched fire, the shot racing towards the fleeing Galleon. “EVERYONE HIT THE DECK!” Jack screamed, dragging Sabre down with him, covering her as the round shot hit home. He heard the smash of deck planks, the screams of men dying. He looked up to see the helmsmen had gone overboard when the ship lurched hard. Swearing he grabbed the wheel, spinning it back. He glanced back in time to see the Merry Robin’s mast split in half, but not before punching a huge hole in the second Spanish vessel’s hull. “That away Rocco, no surrender!” He whooped as he saw pirates repelling a hopelessly large Spanish boarding party.
OOC: Wolk, Dragonlady, if you guys are interested in still playing these characters then just have yourselves be captured, or escape in the confusion, etc.

Shot continued to rain down on the Blood Money, gutting her crew, but through some small miracle not hampering their speed. “Coral reef ahead sir!” One of the crew shouted and Jack tossed a smile to Sabre. “Let’s see that big son of a bitch follow us in here!” He whooped, spinning the wheel hard to port, driving directly for the coral reef. “DUMP ALL THE GUNS AND AS MUCH FOOD AS WE CAN AFFORD TO!” Jack shouted down to his crew. “WE NEED TO RUN AS LIGHT AS POSSIBLE TO GET THROUGH HERE!” His crew, despite their obvious fear, snapped to work and Jack smiled at their discipline as he focused his eyes on the reef ahead…. They would escape.. this had to work!

And work it had. Two weeks later, on the last of their food, the crew suffering from a bout of scurvy brought on by the lack of fresh fruit, the Blood Money limped into Nassau, much celebration taking place as the small pirate port came into view. Jack nearly collapsed from exhaustion, having gotten nearly no sleep in the two weeks, between his own sickness, his wound having flared up and piloting the ship through rough weather, the port looked like a utopia, rather than the dangerous nest of pirates, cutthroats and those they preyed upon. Jack smiled over at Sabre and looked over the remnants of his crew, raising his cutlass high. “We’re approaching Port Nassau…” He announced, waiting for the cheering to die down. “I’m giving everyone a week of shore leave, but I’ll skin alive anyone who makes trouble while we’re put in.” He said, staring down the crew. Jack turned to Sabre, “We’ve still got to be vigilante, there’s Trenchad to watch out for, and whoever was responsible for that attack upon you…. I’d prefer to stay on the ship and heal some more, but I need to go ashore, we’re going to need supplies, a shipwright, and to replenish crew…” He sighed and looked ahead to the port as he brought the ship into berth, staring at the darkened city with a mixture of fear and hope..

ooc: hooray! this should be fun!


Alexei One-Eye got started up north, running protection and interference for various smugglers throughout Northern Europe. Once he found his way to the Mediterranean, there was no heading back to Russia. He's worked for a few different pirate ships, been to a few different ports, started to figure out who was friendly, who could be bribed, and who to run away from.

He lost his right eye on his very first pirate mission. It was Captain Trenchad who removed it for him. He is willing to help in any endeavor that will bring a world of pain to that bastard. He wears a black eyepatch over it, an eye drawn in chalk across the patch.

Alexei is a tall, powerful man. He has long, thick black hair, which is starting to get a bit dreaded out after a few years on the high seas. He wears a sabre at his side, and a pair of throwing knives on his thighs. He wears baggy short pants, stained by a hundred rums and ales, not to mention the blood of pirates and patriots alike. His black boots resound loudly as he enters one of Nassau's madhouse pirate saloons. Having only come to shore a day before, he still has gold in his pockets. At the moment he is smoking a fat cigar, the smoke thick around his face as he breathed it in and out, and he pondering his choices of entertainment for the evening...

Melanie followed behind her Captain Roberts with a smile, holding the burlap sacks he had tossed ot her after leaving the last shop. "Sir? Would you have any complaints on me stopping at one last place?"

Roberts just laughed, turning to rustle his hand atop her head. "This is a pleasure stop, little one. Do as you please. Just be sure to be back to the ship before too long. I don't want y' to get wrapped up in anything y' can't handle. Fight breaks out, y' get back to me. No playin' alone."

"I know..." She smiled up at him, one eye scrinched shut as he tossled her hair around. He still thought of her as that little girl he found half dead in the waters- Hard to believe a pirate such as he actually had such a caring part to his heart. "I just wanted to let Desmond play for a bit." Upon hearing his name, the brown little rodent came out from her vest, scampering up to rest on her shoulders.

Her captain laughed, taking back one of the bags and nodding. "Very well. See you soon, Mel." And with that, he was off for the docks, leaving her to play with her pet behind the shops.

"Alejandro! Get your ass over here! Now!"

A voice called out from the stables, an angry voice at that. As a reaction to it, a young adolescent ran out of a shack holding a hammer and some horseshoes. The iron was ringing against the hammer, creating a ting every now and then. Once Alejandro reached the stablemaster, he got a smack in the face as a reward for his effort.

"I told you to mend these yesterday! And look at them now! They're good for nothing pieces of shit! Just like you!"

The stablemaster was a burly brute, a result from many years of working with horses. Tamming them, mending them, training them to have a sadle and rider on their back. All in a days work, every day. It was becoming rather boring for Alejandro. He wanted adventure, sail the seven seas, and search for hidden treasure. Or so he had heard in the local tavern.
It only took a few words, quiting and becoming a pirate. Just a few, but against the stablemaster... Well, Alejandro just was not the young man to defy his boss.

*Smack*

Another swat to the face.

"That's for not paying attention! You're just as worthless as your father!"

Something snapped inside Alejandro. His father was a respected stablemaster, one of the best in town. To let him be insulted by such a bastard was quickly becoming a matter of honor.
Alejandro drew back his fist and with a quick swing...

*Cling*

The thud from the heavy body hitting the floor was like an angel's song in Alejandro's ears. But... Why was the stablemaster bleeding if he just hit him with his fist? Looking at his fist he found out why. Still clutching the hammer in his hand, Alejandro hit the stablemaster full on with the tool. He cursed, looking around if there was no one to see him. Time to leave then.

Throwing away the tools, Alejandro ran. Straight towards town and then to the tavern. The tavern... His start for his adventures on the seven seas.

Sabre was a bit shaken. No sense in denying it. The sea battle had been terrible, if exciting, but Sabre definitely didn't like how it went. But, more than the action itself, it was the knowledge that she could do nothing that really intimidated her. She didn't trust anyone to do her job, and depending on others was something Sabre didn't like or accustomed to.

At least she could count on Jack... and that was enough to calm her down.

Her tanned hand slid onto his, almost unnoticed until she squeezed it. Smiling at him, Sabre hoped to calm him down. Jack had been terribly optimistic until now, and Sabre really didn't want to lose that... it was a part of Jack that she was hopelessly in love with. Probably because she clung to it. She needed someone to be optimistic for her.

Looking over the docks, Sabre already recognised the familiar buildings any port town that respected itself had. Tavern, tavern, blacksmith, tavern, suppliers, more taverns...

"Port Nassau..." Jack said with a slight smile as he stepped off the ship, throwing the dockmaster a couple coins to pay for docking rights. "You'll never find a more wretched hive of scum or villiany in these waters... Sounds like as good a place as any to pick up some desperate men to crew the vessel." He said with a slight chuckle, bidding Sabre to follow him as he made his way in town. "First though... we should probably see to getting the ship fixed up and resupplied.... and then maybe a bath?" He asked with a tease and a wink, trying to remind Sabre of the time they had spent together in the bathhouse in Trinidad. He chuckled, pleased at the memory.

Jack headed through town, glad to see Sabre staying quite alert as they went. The fight with the assassin from Sabre's past had left Jack quite shaken, he'd been taking sword lessons from Sabre since he came to, but was still a far cry from being as good with a weapon as she, so it felt good to have her by his side. A few coins in the right hands gave him the location of a trustworthy shipwright, and after a bit of haggling they settled on a price for repairs to the vessel, but the time frame was a bit worse than Jack had hoped for, it would take at least ten days and Jack sighed at that news, he didn't want to be laid up in one place for long in case Trenchad or the mysterious man in black came calling again, but what choice did he have? Afterwards he made his way to a supplier, putting down a tidy sum of the fast fading money he had to ensure his ship would be properly stocked with food, shot and powder by the time it sailed again. He had taken care of all of this early enough to allow for ample time for crew recruitment. "Well what'd'ya say then lass? Think it be about time we see what this bloody town has to offer in ways of desperate folk?"

It turned out not a lot. He walked into the first tavern, looking around at the piddling amount of people gathered, few of them looking fit to shine his boots let alone crew his vessel. A couple men did stand out to him though so there would be no harm in at least putting the word out. Nodding to Sabre to stay alert Jack turned and gazed across the tavern again, letting his voice ring out, "OI! I be looking for any able bodied man interested in engaging in a little enterprising on the high seas if ya get my drift!" He said, letting his easy, disarming smile come to his face as he glanced around the room.

Alejandro took in the smell, sight, and even taste of the port. This was it, his very first steps into adventure. Or so he thought, making his way through the busy streets. He was not a total stranger here. Many times before did he visit this port. Supplies from oversea, mostly rum and other booze for the stablemaster, had to be picked up from here.

Now... Let's see... The first tavern he saw, he entered. Plain and easy. Maybe he could find a pirate captain under whom he could sail. And, call it destiny or fate, just as he walked through the entrance...

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"OI! I be looking for any able bodied man interested in engaging in a little enterprising on the high seas if ya get my drift!"

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Alejandro's heart began to race. A golden chance, thrown in his lap. He should take it, take it now. No time to hesitate or second thoughts. Alejandro pushed himself through the crowd, calling out to the man.

"Yes! I am interested!"

Lyonesse

Rushing through the throngs of people, Ly's feet carried her as fast and as far as humanly possible. She held on to her side a hitch caught from the endless running as she bumped and pushed her way past people in an effort for her freedom.

Long silver white hair trailed behind her, in a sea of darker hued men and women, her persuers had no misgivings as to who they were after. "Get that woman. Stop her!" cried a gaggling old man, perhaps of noble blood by the way of his dress. He followed wobbly behind a group of men more fit for this kind of exercise as they ganged speed on the frightful woman.

She stumbled a few steps away scooting on her butt before quickly getting to her feet. Hands reached out snagging her by her silver tresses and yanking her back against a broad chest. Looking up she screamed in a foreign tongue that no one would understand as burly hands came crashing down smaking the woman clear across the face. She reeled falling back as she looked up at the towering man. Between him and the other large one, they parted letting a smaller more courtly looking man wobble his way through. "Ah.. my sweet meal ticket. Did you really think you could leave me?" He asked snidely. Kneeling before her he yanked her up by her hair. The difference in height with her to this little man was profound but it didn't make her any less apprhensive and scared.

"Unhandway emay ouyay ongeralmay igpay, etlay emay ogay isthay instantway." The woman spoke, to anyone it would sound quite strange a language but it was merely Pig Latin nothing that couldn't be translated. "Omeonesay easeplay elphay emay isthay anmay isway onay astermay ofway inemay!"

Another resounding slap to the face and the woman's lip was cut open. No one seemed to care what was going on. Unsure of the situation themselves they decided not to stick their noses where it was not wanted. The two burly men came up behind the woman, tying her hands with a large heavy rope. Her robes barely able to fit her as they fell off her shoulders making it even more uncomfortable and embarassing for others to see her like this.

Soon she was to be escorted off but the sudden announcement had caught her master's ear.

"OI! I be looking for any able bodied man interested in engaging in a little enterprising on the high seas if ya get my drift!"

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While he was not of an able body, he did have something of value. Perhaps he could pay the man to take him to another port where he could begin his journey. No one had to know about the woman, and he could offer his men's services in manning the ship. It would be perfect, free money and free man power.

"Take her back to the estate. I have business." The men nodded one of them hefting her over his shoulder as she kicked and screamed. The other man following his master. Walking into the tavern he found the captain first hand as he was standing in the doorway. Good thing, he didn't see the commotion outside therefore his first impression would not be wasted on him.

As they came up to the captain he first sized him up. Noting the woman next to him. She was a beauty but he was not here for that and did not want to alarm the man. "Hello there captain... may I have a word with you?" He began as he looked around the tavern, noticing the young man coming up to them as well. "I believe I may have a business proposition for you. I will pay you to allow me a ride on your vessel to the next port west of here. This man next to me is a prime and proper shiphand. He also has a brother who is indisposed right now but will be more than happy to help you man the ship if you would consider my offer. If that is not enough, I have an estate upon top the hill there that I'm more than willing to allow you room and board for your stay here on port. There's plenty of room and privacy for you and the lass here..." he chuckled hoping to ease the curious tension or more his own nervousness. In truth he hated priates but when you can't be them...

[[ooc: hope that is okay. Let me know if its too much.]]

Sabre shook her head gently, grinning to herself, as Jack reminded her of the time spent at the bath house. That had a pleasant effect, but Sabre pushed it out of her mind. In an arab house, you would have perfumes to hide it, but here, the smell of arousal must be easier to notice.

Stepping into the tavern, she stood beside Jack, watching as he recruited people. Few seemed to be the willing, but at least the one willing boy she saw looked more than ready to do his part as a pirate. Why, he almost... looked like a younger Jack to her. He exhuded an aura of willingness... and nervousness. He probably was running away from someone. In any other occassion, Sabre would have doubted... but who was she to judge people in those terms?

Then, Sabre's sharp ears caught a conmotion outside. Some yelling, and the pretty distinct (more out of memory than out of sound) of someone slapping someone else. Sabre frowned. It's not my business... That was what she told herself repeatedly so her weapon would not drink blood today, but the man coming in...

Her golden eyes turned to survey the man walking in. A noble, a good-for-nothing manipulator. That was what he looked like in her eyes. He looked like the kind of person Sabre had killed before, and wouldn't mind killing again judging by the way he looked at her. But she couldn't blame him. Her purple robes were as much to seduce as to fight, and she was excellent at the latter...

His words about privacy in his mansion didn't do anything to ease Sabre's smoldering hatred or to make her relax her frown. Leaning against a beam, Sabre watched the man and his partner, her golden eyes shimmering with all the possibilites of offense and defense in an enclosed space with the use of knives and swords.

Jack frowned at the lackluster response of his offer. A few men rose half curious, looking more as if they would have accepted any offer for employment than having any real interest in piracy. One kid seemed quite eager but looked as if he had about as much experience crewing as Jack did when he had been snatched off the streets at a young age. Still, beggars can’t be choosers. He was about to talk to the kid, find out why he was so eager to sign aboard a pirate hip as lots of people were running from something in ports like these, but before he could a round man interjected himself between the two, causing Jack to recoil slightly.

Jack had no love for overbearing rich nobles. People who had never worked a day in their life for their wealth. Sure Jack would have loved to have been a rich noble, hell it was half the reason people got into piracy to begin with, but he hated the disposition these people generally carried around, and this man seemed no different. His hand drifted up Sabre’s back, giving her a cautionary rub as he felt her tense up. He didn’t want to get run out of town for killing some noble before they could recrew, and the man had money they might be able to relieve him of. Still the way he looked at Sabre made him consider going for his pistol, but he staved off the want as the man spoke.

"I believe I may have a business proposition for you. I will pay you to allow me a ride on your vessel to the next port west of here. This man next to me is a prime and proper shiphand. He also has a brother who is indisposed right now but will be more than happy to help you man the ship if you would consider my offer. If that is not enough, I have an estate upon top the hill there that I'm more than willing to allow you room and board for your stay here on port. There's plenty of room and privacy for you and the lass here..."

Jack nodded slightly at the man’s offer and then shook his head, offering him his counteroffer. “I’m not big on taking passengers on my vessel, not unless they’re paying quite well, which I’m guessing you’re able to, but I’m not comfortable with someone the likes of you putting men on my ship.” He said honestly not pulling any punches. “I’ll take you to whatever port you want to go, for a handsome price, with no questions asked, but it’ll just be you and your cargo, no companions. As for your offer to stay at your house…” Jack was repulsed by the mere idea, and knew that if this man meant treachery it would be quite a foolish idea to stay in the lion’s den so to speak, “I’m much more comfortable staying here in town. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll let you consider my offer while I deal with the rest of these men.” He said, turning to face the eager young boy from before.

The kid looked greener than grass, hell he was even still wearing his work clothing, another young kid seeking adventure. Still his hands looked strong and Jack was sure the kind could be trained. “So ye be wanting to join my crew and engage in some acts of piracy. I don’t know kid, ye lookin’ fairly green to me and how am I to know you have what it takes to stand strong in battle or commit the kind of crimes that it be necessary for a pirate to commit?” He knew he was laying the whole pirate captain act on a little thick, but he wanted to see what sort of notions this kid held in his head before signing him on.

"Stay down, fuzzball," Melanie hissed to Desmond in her vest, trying to work her way into the tavern to get a gift for her father- a bottle of rum. He had use the last of it to help dull the nerves of one of the men after someone left a bullet in it. Not the nicest of souvineirs... Of course, Desmond had helped to find a few better ones- her pockets were now full of wonderful little trinkets, shinies that Desmond just couldn't resist. Melanie had no complaints on them either.

She smirked as she heard the shout of the other Captain behind her. Roberts wasn't kidding... recruiting was easy in Nassau. She couldn't imagine someone doing such a thing in some of the other stops they had made. Finally receiving her gift for her captain, she dropped a few coins to the counter and started to the door. "Good luck in your recruitment, sir," She said pleasantly to the man as she passed.

Desmond chittling away in her shirt, Mel couldn't help but give a laugh as she worked back to the ship, letting him down from her arm. "Captain oh Captain-!," She called out, looking around for him. Odd. He had said to meet him back here... Where was he? "Oh, please not the hiding game.... I have a gift for you!" She turned around on the deck as Desmond gave a squeel, the ferret sniffing at a patch of blood on the wooden planks. What-? Another drip fell against it, Melanie's eyes raising to see the source... Captain Roberts, hanging from the crow's nest with a knife in his chest. A scream ripped from her throat as she backed away, grabbing up her pet as she sobbed.

"OI! I be looking for any able bodied man interested in engaging in a little enterprising on the high seas if ya get my drift!" He said, letting his easy, disarming smile come to his face as he glanced around the room.


Alexei watched the man for a moment from across the room. A new crew... that was just what he needed. He sauntered over to the pirate captain and introduced himself, offering his services in whatever capacity might be necessary.

Two Days From Port

Maria stood on the bridge behind the wheel enjoying the wind of the sea. Her men all knew their jobs and they were working at it. Her First Mate smiled as he watched her behind the wheel, he knew she loved to work the wheel but soon he would take it over. He knew her since she was a child and was very protective of her.

Maria would love to feel the wind blowing through her hair. She would love to shed the heavy coat that hid her beautiful body but she was disaplined and knew that a woman as beautiful as she would a distraction to her crew. She had a hot temper and would give her men no reason to ignite it. She was a raw female as she knew her faults as well as her virtues.

Alberto walked over to her and smiled. "Well Missy its time for you to get some rest and let me handle the ship. Maria smiled, he was like a second Father to her.
"All right Alberto, you always know what time it is don't you" She chuckled and walked over to the side of the ship and looked out to sea. Soon she would be home for a few months and then back to her love the sea.

She turned at nodded at Alberto and made her way to her cabin. Once there she stripped off the heavy coat and hat. Her long black wavy hair cascaded down her back and around her shoulders. She sat at her desk and wrote in the captain's journal, all that had transpired this day.

Once that was done she stood up and took the daggars out of her sleeves. She bagan practicing with them. Lungeing at imaginary enemies. She practiced for quite some time and then placed the daggers on her desk. She walked over to her bed and stripped off her clothing and slipped on a night shirt. She laid down and went to sleep.

“So ye be wanting to join my crew and engage in some acts of piracy. I don’t know kid, ye lookin’ fairly green to me and how am I to know you have what it takes to stand strong in battle or commit the kind of crimes that it be necessary for a pirate to commit?”

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Alejandro was quick to answer. People often told him he was young and green, but he knew that he was able. He was no mere boy anymore. Ha! Absolutely not! It had been two summers now since he had reached his maturity. Twenty summers behind him. No, he was no mere kid, or boy, or lad. He was Alejandro de Cristoval, and they would have the proper respect for him.

Thinking like this made Alejandro pride swell, pumping up his chest. He stood firm and proud, looking at the captain. "I am not a kid, I am Alejandro de Cristoval. And I'm fairly sure that I have what it takes to be a pirate."

And then his eyes shifted to the woman standing next the captain. By God! She was beautiful! She couldn't be much older than either the captain or Alejandro. But at seeing the captain's arm around her back, Alejandro began to think that she belonged to him. Either way, he couldn't help but stare at her and her soft skin, her well rounded figure...

Jack smiled as the man answered him. "Alejandro de Cristoval?" He asked, humor playing in his eyes. "Well if'n ya think you have what it takes to be a pirate I'll sign ya aboard, though we're going to have to come up with a name fer him that's a wee bit simpler eh love?" He asked, chuckling as he looked at Sabre. "Would nae do to have to try an' spit that name out everytime I needed ye to swab me deck." He said with a laugh, patting the kid on the back. This man reminded Jack a wee bit of himself when he was a younger age, not that he was much older than the man, but Jack knew he was much older than the man in terms of experience and world travel. The way he was staring at Sabre sent a stab of jealousy through Jack's body, and he pulled Sabre slightly closer to him, before realizing what a jackass he was being. Sabre was not his property, and though they were fond of each other they were not promised or anything like that, and he quickly shook off his jealousy. Beggers couldn't be choosers he kept reminding himself, indictating the man should go make his mark in the book that a fellow crewmember had laid out on a table.

He turned to see the next man who approached, chuckling silently as he noticed the eye-patch. Ah yes, the traditional pirate garb. He wondered if the man simply wore the patch or if he actually had lost an eye. He forced his face to seriousness as he began talking to the man, learning that he shared no love for Captain Trenchad. Jack could tell this was a tough experienced man, and if he could be kept in line he'd make a fine addition to the ship. He signed the man up and told the new men where the Blood Money was docked, explaining that she would be put up in port for at least a tenday. He left the crewmember he had brought with him to keep the book open as he smiled, inviting Sabre to join him for a celebatory drink to their survival.

Sabre was torn away from her serious, angry inner thoughts by Jack's pulling motion. She didn't know what that was about, but everyone in the tavern had probably realised, and she blushed. It was embarrassing to admit to herself that now she had someone she was all over, and had sex with, and kissed, and...

...and well, all the little things. Still, Sabre was focused enough around herself and her surroundings to listen to the eyepatch man talk about his past. And, again, Trenchad. Jack's sworn enemy. What was Trenchad like, she wondered? What kind of man? A dog, or a lion? A noble, or a warrior? After the man signed, she was again broken out of her reverie by Jack's gentle pull of her arm. With lithe steps and a smile on her face, Sabre followed Jack towards ten days of free time.

The possibilities were endless, one more delicious than the next.

Ly was being hauled back to the mansion on the behest of that pugily old noble. She didn't like him not one bit but there was hardly anything she could do about it. Ever sense being sold away to that man she'd had a hard life. Why couldn't she return to her home, to be with her family, her betrothed.

She wailed in her foriegn tongue screaming and kicking as the man held her like so many bags of potatoes. Chuckling and slapping her ass for good measure. "You no girlie. The master won't be returning for a while if you don't calm yourself lassie I'll have me a bit of fun while we's wait for him."

She glared, having heard him. Some of what they spoke made sense and other times she hadn't the slightest clue. But from the man's tone she didn't like the idea of what he was spitting on about. The way he let his hands trail up her thighs really didn't sit well with her and she kicked and screamed in protest. "Etgay ouryay ilthyfay andshay offway emay ouyay apeway!" She cried out. The man only chuckled not understanding a word but he rubbed her round buttom for good measure getting a shrill squeak from her.

"You are a wild one..." That was an understatement any other time of the day she was the most mousey of characters but today had been a hard one. Managing to break free from her master was a taste of freedom she knew she'd go for again. If only she could figure away out.

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Meanwhile the pudgey old man had gotten at the very least a ride to the next port. Perfect, he would simply gather up his money a few personal items and be on his way. For now he needed to return home and tend to his slave whench. Glad for the fact she spoke no coherent words she wouldn't give away his utlimate plan and no one would be the wiser. The last thing he needed was for those shwashbuckling idiots to know of his living treasure map.

From the next port over he could purchase himself a tidey ship and crew then set sail with no worries. Pirates were just an easy means to an end. He made his way back to the mansion his right hand following closely behind him for protection.

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Ly however had once again managed to free herself. How that girl did it was anything short of a miracle. As she kicked up her authentic robes kicking the man in the ribs before making a beeline to the ports. She would have to stowaway upon a ship. No one would understand her and from what little of the language she'd learned, these sailing types didn't like women on their boats let alone stowaways. No matter she needed to return home, to be with her people and her beloved.

As she made her way back to port she ducking into an alley a scream alerted her to something out of the ordinary. Soon she followed it to a ship where she ducked low hoping to use this vessel as her way out. But as she snuck about she looked up to see a girl crying and a man stren and stabbed. She raised herself from hiding coming up to try and comfort the girl. "Easeplay ifway erethay isway omethingsay Iway ancay oday otay elphay?" Shaking her head she walked slowly to the girl reaching out a hand. "Iway eanmay onay armhay, ymay astermay isway oonsay otay omecay afterway emay andway Iway eednay away aceplay otay idehay. Asway ehay ouryay aptaincay?"

(Translations)

Melanie jumped to her feet as she heard the footsteps on the deck, shaking a bit as she looked up. A woman- She didn't seem to be a threat with the gentle look on her face. Good. Mel was in no mood to fight right now... Unless it was whoever did this to her Captain. The woman spoke strangely, but appeared to be concerned.

"I shouldn't cry," She puffed out in a quick breath, looking back to the body and shaking her head. "Its just hard not to. A pirate can't expect to live forever with the way they spend their life, I know that. But-he wasn't just my captain, he was the only father I can remember." Turning back to the woman, she did her best to cover up the pain. "You were running. What from?"

The answer came just as quickly as the question, Mel spotting a group of rather furious men running down to the docks. "Ah. Guessing that's it?" Melanie snatched a dagger from her belt, throwing it at the line that suspended her captain and finally let him free from the riggings. "Hide in the main quarters. Keep the door closed, I'll get rid of them."

Jack hoisted a round of drinks to the handful of his men who had been allowed to accompany him and Sabre into the tavern for recruitment purposes. "Here's to survival!" He said smiling, taking a long pull on his ale. "And here's to making the high seas hell for anything under a Spanish flag!" He said, raising his tankard high again to the cheers of his men and others in the tavern. It would appear as if the Spanish navy lost no love here. Jack turned, ordering another round of drinks from the barkeep, tossing him another couple coins as he turned to Sabre, smile wide on his face.

"I nearly lost it out there... I thought that the luck I had relied on for so long had finally let me down." He said to her, lowering his voice so none of the other crew would hear him, his face going quite serious. "But it would appear I was wrong!" He said, face brightening, "We survived and made those Bloody Spanish dogs look bad in the process! Ha! One merchantman Galleon and a sloop outsailing two of Spains elite warships?!" He laughed loudly, word of their escape would spread quickly through the seas, it was impressive that was for sure. "Here's to Rocco and the Merry Robin!" He said, again raising his drink high.

The others echoed him and he drained his drink in a pull, ordering a third from the barman. He was beginning to get a bit drunk and he smiled over to Sabre, remembering the fun they'd had last time they were on shore leave... Before he got nearly killed that was. He lowered his voice to a whisper as he spoke to her. "Trenchad likely has men around this port, and undoubtably whoever that was after you can trace us back here. We've got at least a tenday here, so it'll be important for us to keep alert.." He smiled wickedly as the alcohol took over and he found his hand drifting down Sabre's back to rest on her butt. "I'll watch yer backside if ye watch mine?" He asked with a playful wink and squeeze.

Ly stood by not entirely sure what the girl had been saying but she looked to be calming herself and standing up to her new found strength. Nodding she heard the foot steps and looked behind her at the men running about. Had they already been alerted?

With pleading eyes she looked to the girl then sighed when she pointed for her to hide. That was a universal language and with a nod of appriciation she ducked low hiding where she was told.

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The men came rushing into port looking up at the ship as they saw a flash of silver white hair duck away. Coming on bored weapons drawn they looked down upon the girl, a man stabbed in the chest laying out on the deck. Eyes squinted the lead of this little rag-tag bunch stepped forward. "We have reason to believe you have a slave on board. Hand her over and no harm will come to you, miss."

By the way he talked, Jack certainly sounded a bit tipsy. But his optimism was what kept Sabre going, and right now it was flowing off him like water down a cascade. Not that she would have grasped that analogy...

Besides, Sabre was enjoying the alcohol too, although maybe in a slightly less moderate way. She had a thing for liquors, and this one... this one was good! She clinked her glass with his to toast for their good fortune, a fortune Sabre was sure would continue for some more time.

That was when Jack mentioned Trenchad again. Now she was really getting irked off at that name... but the danger was still present, wasn't it? She would have to be really careful with that pirate captain, but if he tried to harm Jack, he would be in for a little bit of hell. And a sheepish smile crossed Sabre's lips as she thought about that... right until Jack grabbed her butt, and squeezed. Sabre squeaked like a mouse, and smiled in response, bending a bit forwards under the effects of alcohol and a bit of arousal, not to mention the excitement of the moment. As she bent forwards, and rested her elbows on the table, Sabre couldn't help rubbing her tight rear against Jack's hand a bit...

*Forgive me for this, father... But you always told me to guard the ship and those aboard by whatever means. That includes her.*

"No harm?" Mel snorted, folding her arms as she glared to the man threatening her. "You sound quite familiar. Ahh, that's right. That's what this fellow said to me a few minutes ago." She gave a jerk of a nod towards the bloodied body next to her. "You say a slave of yours ran off? Hm. Not very good at holding your property, now are you? Nassau is a pirates' port, sir...Though that's a term I use quite loosely with the present company before me... Property comes up missing quite often here. I assure you, if something that wasn't supposed to be aboard this ship was aboard this ship, I'd notice it."

She turned away a bit on that, her hand resting on the rapier on her hip. "Though, this might be of some use to you. There are a few men wandering these docks huntin' for girls. Stocky fellas, not exactly the brightest group, led around by the ugliest oaf I've ever seen." She shrugged, guesturing behind them. "Pretty sure they'd be headed that way."

Jack smiled lustfully as he felt Sabre rub her ass back against his hand. He downed the rest of his drink, a mischevious smile coming to his face as he did. He turned to the other crew he was drinking with, putting on his 'obey me or else' face. The men all quieted down, waiting for him to speak. He had earned their respect the hard way, choosing to be the type of captain who had men follow him by choice, not fear. Everyone who sailed under him had learned to respect his decisions, and so now they sat in near silence awaiting his order. Jack couldn't keep his face straight though, a small smile creeping up the corners of his mouth as he spoke. "Listen up men, I need you to stay here and sign on anyone else who feels like coming aboard, we need to recrew so this is very important... but ummm Sabre and me here... ahh need to go see about buying some cargo for our next voyage." The small smile had turned into a very obvious one as Jack continued squeezing Sabre's bottom while she rubbed back against his hand. The men knew what was going on, but outside a few smiles no one said anything as Jack slid away from the table, drawing Sabre after him and out the door. "Let's see if we can't find a bath house around her..." He said laughing as he pulled her in close, kissing her lustfully.

They walked down the dock, Jack looking around at the squallid state of the place. Port Nassau was never known for the view, but it seemed to have gotten worse in recent years. Jack talked loudly, drawing the attention of many as they walked down the way. The alcohol was really hitting him now and he stopped blinking as he walked by a dock, hearing the sounds of an argument taking place on the ship docked there. He smiled to Sabre and gestured for her to follow as he sauntered down the dock. When he got to the ship he saw a group of men, voices heated as they argued with a young looking lass. "Hmmm this could be trouble..." Jack said, grinning widely. Some trouble sounded like it could be fun. He stepped up to the gangway of the vessel, raising his voice loudly. "Oi! What seems to be the trouble here?" He asked, disarming smile on his face.

Mel smirked at the men as they gave each other confused looks, the leader slowly turning to give her a glare.
Uhoh. Had he figured that one out?

"Waaait a minute here. I think that little wench's trying to describe US!"

"Dear sir, are you calling yourself an oaf? Such low esteem." Mel gave another grin, quickly exchanging it for a frown as the man drew his sword. Seems she hurt the fellow's pride.... Taking up her own, she pointed the tip of the rapier at him. "Wench I may be, but I am nothing near little."

She glanced up at the call from the Captain from the tavern. Was he... drunk? "Seems my new friend here is having self doubt... And has lost something important, aside from his mind."

Another glare. This was getting fun.

Returning to his mansion the puggly old man was informed of his slaves disappearance. Growling meancingly he stormed out of his house taking with him his men. "Search the ports spread out find that wench and bring her to me..." he said as they made their way.

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Ly remained hidden but didn't feel right letting the other girl go at this alone. When more voices began to pick up she became worried and stumbled slightly tripping over a barrel before spilling out into clear view.

The men eyed the woman and smiled knowing they had found their cargo. "That there seems to be our merchendise. Hand her over lass."

At the sound of another some of the men turned to take in Jack. The one in charge didn't take his eyes off the girl for a moment. "This is none of your business, be gone here." The rest of the men spread out keeping Jack and company off the ship while the other's surrounded the girl. Another managing to slip by her to gather Ly in arms.

She squeaked out screaming out in her foriegn tongue. No one would understand her but it was apparent she did not wish to be in their company. By this time the puggly man from earlier had made his way to port, his men learning of a commotion on a particular ship. Hurry to the ship they were standing behind Jack and Sabre looking up at the sight of his men with a girl and Ly in arms. "Bring her to me, posthaste."

[sorry had a brain fart]