Jacky Tar

^ 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.

Defense (Umbrella)

(Protects air space)

Umbrella

(Better than sun screen)

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.

Big Stick

(a popsicle the kids like)

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.

slapstick

(a formula fer old cartoons - Tom and Jerry)

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.

The Honeymooners

(Me dad could yell louder.)

^ I wouldn't go lookin' t' be in one. But if asked, I suppose it could be fun.

< Course if it had anythin' t' do wit' pirates... count me in!

V Any type o' movie ye would like t' play a part?

Started runnin' again, after almost twenty years. Me legs feel like lead. The family was impressed, first time out I ran almost a mile wit' out stoppin'.

This is crazy, but I'll try fer three times a week. Runnin' an walkin' over three miles, wish me luck.

Bickering

(Wot happens when ye hav two children.)

Havana probably the largest city in the new world; certainly the most well armed. Home t' the legendary treasure fleets, an a real symbol o' Spanish wealth an power. Few places in the Caribbean conjured up images o' treasure laden ships like this port.

We'd be in port soon, no turnin' back now. Wot little cargo we'd stowed on the Rakehell, would get us the stores we needed t' head back home, if the Relentless were not here. But I knew she would be.

The Rakehell was a swift ship. Africa, an Ransom's crew, ran a tight course along the eastern seaboard o' Cuba. The winds favored us this day as Castillo del Morro came in t' view, above the port of Havana.

Right Guard

(Goes wit' the breathsavers.)

A cultural apologist, eh...

Welcome t' the pub Elle. Ye'll find pirates don't apologize fer much.