Jacky Tar

Captain Saber is it? I'll hav an ale, thank ye. Yer a rocky mountain pirate are ye? Tell us a bit more 'bout yer self.

^ I like most fruit. Least favorite gooseberries, need too much sugar t' make 'em eatable. < Spinach... Serve it wit' a little feta cheese. Sprouts need t' finish growin'. I've just never had eggplant prepared well (mayhaps, 'cause there is no good eggplant dish!) V Have a vegetable childhood horror story?

^ Fires an earthquakes. < I eat me veggies an fruits Lily (just not eggplant or sprouts). V Wot's yer most un-favorite vegetable?

^ I guess if I had t' eat eggplant as often as Red CAt, it would be me sense o' taste, too (I'm not very fond o' the taste o' eggplant). < The last sense I'd give up is me sight. It would be the hardest t' do wit' out, in my opinion. V Pass on the question.

Dillard looked anxiously at me pistol an I said, "I don't intend t' shoot ye, yet." The look on his face turned t' one o' dismay. "Dillard trust me, if ye ever challenge my command again, know that I will do worse than demote ye." "I give ye a choice here an now, we can part company in Havana, or ye can serve as a crew member aboard the Relentless." Dillard stared out across the water, back at the Relentless an replied, "I wish to remain with the crew of the Relentless, Mister Tar." I nodded, "Done!"

I looked at Silkie an huffed, "If yer done playin' queen o' the castle, ye can remove yer spell." Course I thought they do look content. I'd heard the song o' the siren me self, course me siren had red hair an she weren't a sealkie. "Belay that last request Silkie, the lads will sleep t'night. Sing on." I thought, if fer no other reason than her singin' seemed t' delight the crew an annoy Dillard! Roberts seemed t' be immune t' this charm o' the lass. Dillard looked like a dog that heard wot' no one else could hear. I turned t' Roberts, "Don't let Silkie take our ship. I need t' get permission t' dock an unload our cargo. I'll take Dillard wit' me. Then we need t' go back t' the Rakehell an meet wit' Ransom." I motioned t' Dillard, "Care t' join me in the jolly boat, I need t' return t' the Rakehell." The singin' must o' been worse than the thought o' boardin' the Rakehell, fer I didn't hav t' repeat me self. The lad almost leap overboard an in t' that little boat. "First t' port an get permission t' dock."

I decided t' return topside, t' check on Silkie. We needed t' get word t' the Rakehell that things were as well as could be expected. Arrangements needed t' be made t' dock an deliver our cargo, too.

^ Never faced one an never been part o' one. < I've seen individuals go postal; not as scary as a mob. V Pass the question.

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Roberts pushed the two dutch sailors down into the hold. They landed at the bottom o' the stairs, wit' a thud that would o' woken the dead. We came upon the brig, an the faces o' the caged men were ashen. Dillard seemed t' recover his speech an said, "We thought you were dead!" I turned t' him, "Ye know, I get that a lot." I thought I saw a tear glisten on Stones' cheek as I turned t' locate the keys. Keys in hand, I said, "Let's get ye out o' this cage. Then ye can tell me wot else ye thought ye knew."

It looked liked Spoons an the remainin' mutineers, had gone ashore. Just a few dutch sailors remained. Spoons knew this cargo was spoken fer, who did he think would dare take goods promised t' Senor Navarro? In Havana? I had t' go below, an see wot had happened t' those still loyal t' me. I turned t' Silkie, "Silkie, stay topside an keep watch." I hoped the soldiers would not return.

Silkie an Roberts had climbed on board, an looked surprised at the turn of events. "Let's see who is still on board." I grabbed Roberts arm, "Don't kill anyone, if ye don't hav too." I looked over an saw a tremblin' dutch sailor, who lept over board, an decided t' swim after the Spaniards.

The young man was sweatin'; so, I moved closer, "Do I look dead t' you?" I didn't wait fer his answer, "Ye go an tell Capitan Navarro, that I wish t' dock t'morrow an unload the cargo for the tradin' house o' Navarro." I walked along the nervous line o' soldiers, who were starin' at their lieutenant. Diego seemed unable t' speak, "Ahora! Lieutenant Garcia."

"Aye, Diego!" I yelled back. "Wot are ye doin' aboard my ship?" The young man was Diego Garcia; apparently, now lieutenant Diego Garcia. The jolly boat bumped along side the hull o' the Relentless, an Diego ordered his men t' drop a rope ladder t' us. I decided t' try a little mock disdain, an bristled as I climbed aboard. "Lieutenant Garcia, ye still hav not told me yer business aboard my ship!"

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We sat back up in the boat an I turned t' Roberts, "Ye don't suppose she'll turn a swivel gun on us?" Roberts shrugged his shoulders an suggested we row harder. The Relentless was gettin' closer an our impendin' arrival would not go un-noticed. Soldiers wit' muskets lined the main deck rail, an a fresh faced officer was shoutin' orders. I decided t' shout out, "Ahoy, Relentless. Permiso t' bordo!"

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Silkie an Roberts descended in t' the jolly boat, away from Ransom's ire. I faced her an said, "Look around ye luv, there are hundreds o' ships in the harbour an only the Relentless has Spanish soldiers aboard her." Her expression softened a bit. "I don't mean t' retake the Relentless, just goin' t' inquire why me ship is under the watchful eye o' the Spanish." I knew the answer, the trip over was a formality really. Durin' this brief conversation, I had spun Ransom so she could get a better view o' the harbour an I could climb down in t' the boat, while the Cat was still climbin' aloft. I quickly kissed her on the cheek an climbed down t' the boat, an didn't wait fer her rebuttal.

Red Cat approached Roberts an me self, "Red Cat, I was wonderin' if ye could do us a favor? I need ye t' take this spy glass, climb aloft an get Ransom a head count o' the Spaniards which are aboard the Relentless." She gave me a smirk an snatched the spy glass, an turned t' make her ascent. I had warned Ransom that Roberts, Silkie an I would be leavin' the Rakehell wit' out Red Cat. Tunney had brought the jolly along the port side o' the Rakehell. We waited until Red Cat had almost reached the top o' the main, before we would climb down in t' the boat an set out fer the Relentless.

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Jacky looked up at Red Cat who had just come back on deck, an looked like she was itchin' fer a fight. I looked Roberts in the eye, "She won't like it, but we best leave her here on the Rakehell, til' we know wot' were up against." Roberts nodded an sighed.

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I hadn't kept company wit' Roberts long, but I knew him t' hav a strong arm an t' be a good man t' hav in a fight. I hoped he could be a bit more diplomatic here, as I wasn't lookin' fer a fight in Havana. "Roberts, I believe the Spanish hav me ship. I mean t' take the jolly boat over t' her, an make me introductions an intentions known. Would ye be willin' t' sail wit' me, again?"

There was a lot o' activity on the deck o' me ship. I borrowed a spy glass from Ransom, "Looks like Spanish soldiers!" I chuckled, "Not even in port yet an we already hav company." I turned t' Ransom, "Let's anchor away from the Relentless. If I'm right, mutineers will be the least of our problems." I stared up at Castillo del Morro."Just like old times," I muttered under me breath.