Pirate Petee

What catagory would we fall under.

Aye, * turns to the gunners. * you heared um men, we'll wait fer that barge, don't want ta be leavin these beauties on the bottom o the cove.

*the gunners make quick work of the cannons, once all the cannons and supplies have been loaded into the carts, they bring the carriges down to the shore and begin loading the guns into the long boats.*

*when the rest of the gunners return, they begin Disassembling the guns and loading them into the carts.*

*goes to get two horse drawn carriges, and brings them up next to the gun emplacments.*

Aye quartermaster. * turns to the gun crew* douse those slow matches, go get your gear all ready to board ship, when your done come back here and we will start tearing down these cannons.

Welcome aboard mate, good ta have ya. * hands jim a linstock with burning slow match.* Get behind that 12 pounder and wait for da word. What a lucky day ta join a crew ehhh?

Aye quartermaster, making reday guns. * with a grin from ear to ear, he turns and shouts to the gunners that have been drilling all day.* Allright mates, you heard the man, this be what we was training fer. Ifin we lucky we might gets us a chance ta put some lead ta wood. * starts giveing orders, while looking at the ship through his spy glass.* Six pound no ounce charge, elevation 5 degrees, run um out, light slow matches.

*Walks down to the kitchen to steal a small cask of ale for the gunnary crews that are drilling.*

I'll make a list and post it to see if any of you want what I got. Captain P.E.W. Are those ships you have, want or are willing to trade?

*While drinking his coffee and puffing on his pipe, pulls out a piece of parchment and rights a note. He stands up and walks down to the entrance of the kitchen and posts it by the door. It reads.* "All gunners crew meet with the master gunner at the gun emplacements on top of the fortifications for drilling."

*stretches and opens his eyes and lifts his head, slowly looking around he notices that he was sleeping on the ground under his hammock. spits sand out of his mouth* Hmm well now how did I end up down here? Oh well. *goes for his monning swim, and then coffee and pipe, finaly making his way up to the gun emplacments.*

What ta do, what ta do? *jumping up off the cannon and down the fortification. He briskly walks over to the two palms, where his hammock is tied, checks to see if anyones about, looks behind a rock near one of the palms push a bush to the side and pulls back a piece of canvas to reveal a small cask of ale. Where he fills his tankard and polishes off the whole thing and then fills it again* Ahhh the good stuff.

*looks up at the sun, trying to judge whether it is beer bell yet.* Hmm bout an hour I'd say.

Wonder if I can hit that gull on that palm o'er thar. * steadys his arm on his knee while sittin on the cannon* BOOM Damn, missed.

Good ta hear it mate, good ta hear it. Wev'es got plenty o powder and shot. The for an aft magazines be burstin. We aint goin ta war and infin we was we'd be ready, hopefully we just be needin one shot over the bow ta make um spill the wind o thar sails and strike there colors. Sides we've only got enough gunnars to man one side o da ship at a time. Infin we get in ta too many full blown confrontations, espesially wit more in one ship at a time we be doomed fer sure, but we would still have plenty o powder an shot. We'd ave ta be firing full broadside faster then the wind blows ta put a major dent in it.

Aye, truer words ner spoken. Quartermaster, he be worring bout the supply o powder, so he be perferin we drill dry. But I can tell ya this, I can teach ya ta skip a cannoball across da water mate, right into the water line o da hull o an enemy o prize ship.

Aye mate good ta have ya aboard. I needs every able body gunner as I could get me hands on. This be a twenty two gun ship, ten starboard and ten larboard and two chasers. Thats not counting da eight swivel guns mounted on deck. An I need at least two crew per gun, at least. So your company is more than welcome. So fer now, quartermaster would likes us ta go over drills, but you take your time gettin familiar with this here cove, if ya got any questions, jes let me know.

Aye, aye, quartermaster sir, consider it done. *tips tricorn.*

*noticing the new hole in the hull* Oh, bloody e'll, it just keeps gettin worse. *Walks up to the forts kitchen and pours two tankards of ale and walks up to a cannon enplacement. Stratling the cannon he sits there kepping watch on the entance and sips at his ale.*

Aye, you'll have have ta be teachin me. Me specialty be all things powder that go boom. I love ta make things go loud.

If you like the game check this out. http://www.shiftinglands.com/pirates.htm http://www.shiftinglands.com/potsm2.htm I have a bunch of ships that I would be willing to trade. Great game, I love, even built one of those tables to play on, it wasn't hard or expensive.

*reloading pistols, looking at the ship* When are they gonna bloody right that thing, seems like weve been in this blast cove for years. I need ta get me gun crews in there and make sure that those guns be functional and ta start drillin. *shakes head* ta think the quartermaster thought I meant ta do maintenance on those guns while the ship be on the side. *raises both guns at once* BABOOM *the shots rip through the drift wood spliting it in two, cause splinters to fly.*

*Finishing the rest of his coffee and dumping out the ash in his bowl, he pulls out his pistols and and loads them. Putting one hand on the ground to support him he slowly stands up and walks twenty paces and turns around. He raises his right arm and takes aim at the piece of drift wood hanging on one of the palm trees and pulls the trigger.* BOOM * He raise is left arm and fires.* BOOM

*swims back to shore and walks over to his hammock, gets dressed and puts on all his gear. Walks to the forts kitchen and fills his mug with coffee. Makes his way back to the palms and sits down leaning his back up agianst one of the trees. Sips his his coffee and pulls out his pipe, lights it and takes a long drag.*