July 30, 1704 - St. Louis Docks, Martinique
"Pleasure...?" William said sardonically. "I have business ashore collecting shares from the jeweler, Monsieur Molyneaux. Afterwards, I must seek an audience with the master of the Fort Royal prison, and whomever else I must see in order to seek after prison recruits."
This put pause in the conversation for everyone, but Petee, who muttered, "That a pipe should not stay lit on such a day as this..."
William noted a few questions on the faces of everyone but Captain Lasseter, so he continued. "I enjoy a little variety as much as the next man, but our english is watered down of late and we must have more crew...for Heron and 'Dog. I shall see if there is enough to be had from the prison, and how many of them might be restored again to sea service. Some two dozen should be enough. The rest shall be gleaned from the French and Spanish."
"Shall we take on prison marines, sah?" Mister Pew asked, and whether he liked the idea or not, it didn't play out in his tone.
"I don't imagine so. I'm after able seaman and craftsman."
"Aye, sah."
"Mister Pew, I'll need you back again by the morrow. If this Tawny business is not resolved by then, we must let it go."
~Larboard Watches on Duty~