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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 30, 2017 21:57:57 GMT
He raised an eyebrow and rose again after a moment. "Have you all arrested," he said. "It's a judge's job to do anything else." As the pirates clean out the hold, it is increasingly evident that it was recently emptied; all the food left over is for a short term voyage only, perhaps three or four days' worth.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 30, 2017 21:58:46 GMT
With the Defiance's hull stuffed with their "spoils" Luiz waited somewhat impatiently, eager to get back to the Defense in hopes they had something of actual value besides an annoyed British privateer. He at least had the respect to wait in silence for Audrey to finish, biting his tongue to keep from remarking on the British and their love of theatrics. Damn that Shakespeare.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 30, 2017 22:04:41 GMT
"where is your cargo, Lieutenant Lowry, why are you here in spanish waters? Be honest with me, and perhaps your crew will not suffer a worse fate than what you would inflict upon us?" She tried, checking to see if he was lying if he did answer.
30 Influence/Persuasion
20 perception
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Post by Frances Harte on Mar 30, 2017 22:06:48 GMT
Frances simply leaned against the railing and crossed her arms as she kept an eye on her fellow countrymen. Despite some of them being close to bleeding out, she wouldn't do anything without an order - it was well known that a misdiagnosis could have triggered a chaotic chain of events resulting in her being propelled off the ship, right into the jaws of a particularly bloodthirsty shark.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 30, 2017 22:48:37 GMT
The officer coughed then answered. "We are here because the Crown seeks to bring Venezuela under its control. We delivered men and equipment to besiege the fortress south of here, along with a half dozen other ships."
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 1, 2017 13:24:36 GMT
"That is awfully ambitious," Audrey commented nodding slowly, either he was not lying or she could not tell, "last question for now, why we're uou ebgsged with another British vessel?"
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 1, 2017 13:27:59 GMT
"I assume they're pirates or Spanish who took the ship," he said, "We sailed past them and they opened up on us. Their first volley went high or else we'd have been sunk from the start." He pointed west. "The Spanish fleeing our offensive would have probably headed west, to Panama."
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 2, 2017 14:45:50 GMT
Audrey nodded "Thank you. I appreciate your honesty," she looked to frances, "Lock them in the hold while we check the other ship."
She then went about giving the ship a final sweep for anything interesting.
Observation 30
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 2, 2017 15:47:24 GMT
There is nothing of interest on the vessel that anyone can see.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 2, 2017 15:58:31 GMT
When everyone is on the defiance she orders the ship to the other vessel, if it was still afloat.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 2, 2017 16:12:30 GMT
The Defense is taking on water from both sides and the few crewmen who survived are evacuating in small boats. Though most of the boats are useless too, so few seem capable of moving that they all fit on three of them anyway. Luiz recognizes one of the men on the boat, actually, an old comrade named Martim de Aljubarra. He is hurt and hasn't seen him yet, but during the Sugar War they had killed their share of Dutchmen. Frances notes the few left are mostly wounded from shrapnel.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 3, 2017 15:46:52 GMT
"Martim! This new world is a small one," Luiz greeted his old compatriot amiably in their native Portuguese. After all, what was a broadside between friends? "What in the blazes are you doing on a British privateer's ship?"
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 4, 2017 0:24:23 GMT
"We fucking stole it!" he said. "They came to attack Venezuela and their cannonade blasted a hole in our fuckin' prison, then we ran to the docks and found this! Looks like the Spanish must have captured it before their base came under attack. How the hell are you?" he asked, apparently oblivious to the carnage. Martim had always been a bit on the odd side.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 4, 2017 21:09:18 GMT
"I'm certain I owe someone coin now, for I had you pegged for dead not imprisoned," Luiz laughed, clapping his old comrade on the back. "That sounds like a story worth hearing when we've the time, but until then we're always looking to fill our ranks and it looks like you're in need of a ship with less holes in her."
"But first things first, is there anything of worth left on this wreck?"
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 4, 2017 21:15:57 GMT
"This piece o'shit?" he asked, then he nodded. "Aye, we got some spices we found belowdecks," he said. "Some of them ground peppers the natives enjoy. Fetches a good price on the open market," he said, his front tooth almost black with rot he didn't seem to notice. "Might be a can buy my way out of that bet!" he laughed. "But we best move quick! Ship ain't getting any more afloat!"
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