Ian Finn

Liam had me rowin' for wot seemed like hours. We went all th' way round Fort James an' jus' passed th' North Docks when I broke out th' bottle Mister Neede gave us back at his Inn. "Bluddy 'ell Ian, your makin' too much noise, goin' t' get us seen an' all," Liam said. "Mind yerself bruddah. You got me worked up a sweat ans I need a drink." "You'll get a drink when we get ashore," Liam growled. I huffed and stuffed the cork back in the bottle and stuck it in our bag. We passed the turtle crawles and wove our way around the big fat merchantmen waiting to unload by the warehouses. "YOU THERE!" called someone down to us. We heard a click and I thought it to be a musket. I ducked low 'tween the thwarts an' tried to row to th' crawles. Liam wanted to keep goin past them. Our boat spun in a circle wit' one of us rowin' one way and the other, the other. Liam punched me and pushed me off the seat. "Stay down you whoreson." I kicked him hard and he yelped. He kicked me back and we heard a shot go off. A small spray hit near the stern of the dinghy and Liam rowed faster towards Chocaleta Hole.

Wot does 'at taste like eh? Liam got hisself a bite last time we's in Port Royal, eh bruddah?

I pushed him of o' me. He put his finger t' his lips and waved his hand toward him. "Follah me bruddah," he whispered to me an' smiled. He led 's t the docks an' a small longboat jus' tied off. "Where we goin'? I asked 'im. He said we's t' take a look at the warehouse jus' north o' Fort Walker. "At night?" I ask'd him. He told me t' stop askin so many questions and pick up an' oar to get to rowin'.

Liam 'adn't bin gone long afore I noticed someone familiar. Dunno ifin he caught me as well. I 'member me 'is black eyes. Liam grabbed me shoulder an' pulled me out o' th' inn. I tried t' tell m' bruddah o' th' man at th' 'Neede. But Liam cut me off 'fore i could tell 'im. Once on th' road he told me o' Thomas' next plans f'r us. "BLOODY 'ELL LIAM! 'Ow in th' fek we gonna do 'at? THIRTY barrels??" Liam punched me an' told me' t' keep quiet. I punched him back an' 'e fell 'n th' dirt. He grabbed me arm when I jumped on 'im an' swung it behind m' back, rolled me over an' stuck my face hard 'n th' road. "Shut ye fekkin' mouth so I's c'n tell ye you stupid fek."

Thomas and Sully left me bruddah an' I but we followed. Thomas went behind the bar, but doesn't usually. We watch'd him an' Sully talk while they watch'd a funny dressed man an' a woman like a princess try to leave. Liam pull'd out 'is knife an' stuck 't up 'is sleeve. I watched 'im an' shook my head no. He kept it there just th' same an' walked up to th' bar. I felt for me pistol in me back an' mov'd th' handle for me t' grab quickly. We wait'd an' watch'd.

We made our way through the streets o Port Royal, shared the last bottle o rum in th' rain as we approached the establishment of Thomas Neede. Me bruddah yanked open the door an in we slogged makin' our way to our table o choice near th' fire. Liam and I slung our soaked coats off and hung 'em near by ta dry, ignorin' th' looks by who else were in th' place. Checked over our pistols an' swords before settin' ta see when Thomas or Sully might come a callin' fer us. Bunch o th' regulars were there an' some new faces that looked lost an' outta place in this den of thieves.

Me brudah sent m' ah note that Port Royal may open 'gain. Tha 'ooligans are 'n. Wot say you bruddah?

Ian and Liam were handed a list of names and several coins. Ian continued to hold his hand out even after Thomas had completed the transaction. Mister Neede dropped a few more into his hand and then finally relinquished the small leather pouch. "You have a fortnight to return." Both brothers smiled and Liam slapped Ian on the back. "Aye Mister Neede, you'll see 's again."

Aye bruddah, Mister Neede have not want of us. We c'n a'ways find 's a bit o' work fer Miss Nell eh?

YAAAARRRRR!!!!! We was out celebratin so din't see this til now! Tanks muchly lass!!! Woohoo!!!, ah, er, AArrgghh!!! Keep da Guiness flowin now!!!

Weeeeeellll... Since ye be 'back' in bi'ness... mebbee me n' m'bruddah c'n gives ye some 'bi'ness'.

The two brothers sat for a few moments drinking and eating from plates that were for once, not stolen. Ian leaned in closer to Liam, "Wot y' tink? C'n we git o'er 'n 'im?" "Nay," said Liam, "'e may b' th' 'nly way yew dinnot 'nd 'p back 'n th' gaol." Liam smacked his brother across the head. Ian scowled at him, but then broke into a smile.

Aye. Free drinks. 'lways seems t' get me brudder an' I inta trouble there.

Me an' me bruddah been nearly trown outta one yarn. Dunno if'n we b' 'llowed 'n 'nother.