Pirate Petee

*Climbs over the deck and runs down the peir to the said warehouse, ta negotiate the sale of six swivel guns*

HUZZAH!!! ta the new shipmates.

*Climbs over on to deck, slightly out of breath*

Quartermaster sir, the keeper o said warehouse, as six swivel guns on hand. He wouldn't give me a price, on account I didn't know how much we ad ta spend. Trade wise he said he did'n need notin. He mentioned runnin a line o credit or takin a small percentage o or profit. Said he needed ta talk ta someone who could make those type o decisions and such. I did'n tell em the venture o this here ship, said it was a merchant ship an I did'nt our cargo.

Aye, *makes his way over the ship and down the peir to said warehouse*

Quartermaster, the ship be good on the type a shot ya requested, but I'm not sure on hows ta go abouts gettin us us swivel guns.

When is San Diego.

Thank you diego, I try. I be turnin over 3 pistols, a blunderbuus, two cutlesses and a rapier. I be thinkin thats it.

Dorian, Master Gunner Petee here , I checked on the stores fer the cannon, we got plenty o shot, slow match and powder. The powder be dry and siffted and the shot be clean and round.

Very well Master Gunner...

But... 'ow's 'r supply o' grape shot? Chain shot? Canister?

An' by a quick look about I sees we be lackin' a fer cannon n' swivels...

An' by th' by, Master Gunner... not ta get off on th' wrong foote, but please address me properly... Thankee ...

My apologies Quartermaster Lasseter, I'll go down below and check on all items requested.

No worries there ship mate your safe an'in good hands now.

"Som...someone filled me....me pipe with powder and...rum. I felt the powder on me sleaves as it ignited. someone tryed ta kills me lads."

*His beard reduced to a scraggly goatee and arms badly burned, he passes out again. His hat is destroyed along with most of his coat and shirt. His haversake is empty save a bottled letter. The message is just a black dot.*

That be no good mates.

Dorian, Master Gunner Petee here , I checked on the stores fer the cannon, we got plenty o shot, slow match and powder. The powder be dry and siffted and the shot be clean and round.

*Surfaces with a pile of seaweed covered, pyratical items. Grabs a line and starts haulin himself up and over the side o the ship. Throws the seaweed covered items on deck and starts puttin back on his own gear*

*Dives down to the deep in search of daggez belongings*

If ya got a good hold o em I'll dive down and grab his gear. CArefull though, seems like he dont got his wits about em. Three sheets he be. Smells like rum more that the norm.

Oi, this hear sailor be gettin a we bit havy, please someone haul em up.

Well looks like someone got a gaf on em.

Sorry Diego, couldn't get a gaf on em in time, he started going down.

*Keepin Daggez afloat ties rope around his waist* Heav em up.

Oh bloody hell. * takes off boots and gear and jumps over board with rope in hand.*

Aye, welcome aboard Jack, it be a pleasure ta have ye as one o me shipmates. *hears a scream and splash, runs and looks over the edge of the rail ta see Daggez floatin in the water and steam comin up all around him. Throws him a line." Aye, somone give me hand pullin up Daggez.

Aye, thank you.

When can we see some more info on this event.

I see nothin wrong with that mate, but this here bein a ship o free men o da sea, me thinks we should be puttin it up ta vote.

Com'n mates thars gots ta be mor'r ya.

Check the Gallery link at the top of the page, Shipmate. There be LOTS of us there !!!!

>>>> Cascabel

Aye, I know I'm just lazy.

Aye, master diego.