Bloody Bill Flint

Thankee Capt, the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

Indeed, it's good to be back. Does Capt Brand still frequent this pub?

Ahoy. Some of you know me, most probably don't. It's been years, but at last I've found my way back to home port. Cheers.

Beautiful, just beautiful

I admit it gives me a chuckle to picture William: knife betwixt his teeth, M4 in hand, and an assault pack full of tactical bacon.

The ships guns roared again, but this time they were answered.

Those who had thrown their weapons to the deck now retrieved them and regarded the lone Frenchman with blood thirsty smiles.

Suddenly, all Hell issued forth from the ship's gun deck and tore into the approaching Frenchmen.

"Bill Flint's the Devil 'imself an' he's sent this squall ta send us to the bottom!" Jonas McCormick exhorted his nearby mates. "Down below laughing at us he is" someone else agreed " 'S not natural him up and about like he is" said a third Suddenly Jonas was struck with inspiration. "Fetch Flint to the deck, tell him the Cap'n wants to see him". Jonas smiled "Wot's in yer head?" one of the men asked. "I was just thinking, wouldn't it be a cryin' shame if the good Master-a'-Arms were swept over the side in this blow?" "Aye that it would" and McCormicks smile spread among them.

"Seulement pour ces deux mes amis, tous vont d'autre selon le projet. " the strange man who seemed to be leading the mutiny replied.

Fletcher and Thompson were seized, bound and thrown to the deck as a chuckle went up from the mob.

Happy Birthday ladies

Belhaven Draught

"What the Devil is going on here?" Thompson demanded

Hudless and McCormick saw opportunity in the coming storm and the idea was quickly planted amongst the crew that the squall was somehow connected with the Master-At-Arms and the devil he supposedly harbored within his flesh.