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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 4, 2017 21:27:45 GMT
Luiz began barking orders in English and Portuguese to get the hull emptied of the cargo with haste, before relaying all of this information to the captain.
"A few extra bodies and some damp spices," he remarked to Audrey. "Not a bad first haul, especially without any casualties to speak of."
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 4, 2017 21:31:21 GMT
"seems so," Audrey replied, looking from him to Martim briefly, "That is if we allow them to remain," she commented. they had space for them on the ship, it was true, but she was not sure how comfortable she was with having more Portguese on the ship, especially ones Luiz knew, "Bring them aboard. This was not the quarry we wanted, but as you said, a good start, there will be plenty of others."
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 4, 2017 21:38:45 GMT
"The man can sail and fight, two qualities we can never have in excess," the quartermaster reminded his captain. "If we don't benefit from them, another crew will upon our return."
Luiz instructed the crew of the sinking ship to mark their way to the Defiance posthaste, motioning like an airline stewardess pointing out emergency exits, offering instructions in Portuguese and English. If anyone exclusively spoke Spanish, Harte could translate, though anyone that could not figure it out from context was probably better off in the water.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 4, 2017 21:40:45 GMT
"I said bring them aboard, did I not?" She reminded him, not harshly, "a decision needs to be made with what to do with the English men, some of them could be worthwhile additions also."
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 4, 2017 21:44:20 GMT
When they were safely aboard the Defiance, Luiz inspected the cargo that could be salvaged, attempting to ascertain the value of the plunder and their respective shares. Of his responsibilities, this was the one he took the most seriously.
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Post by Frances Harte on Apr 5, 2017 9:10:02 GMT
Frances, who'd locked the Englishmen in the hold as directed, left two men to watch them, and after a quick inspection of the ship, approached Luiz and their meagre spoils. "We can finally retire, looks like," she observed with a wry smile.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 5, 2017 13:05:03 GMT
"Don't let the captain hear you say that. She's in no mood for jests, though when are the English?" he remarked, offering her a brief glance as he continued estimating the value of the cargo. "As if you'd even know what to do with retirement, Harte. We take a galleon tomorrow, it's hull overflowing with Spanish gold, what do you do with your share? I'd bet good coin you're back on a ship within a month."
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Post by Frances Harte on Apr 5, 2017 14:20:34 GMT
"Did you get scolded again?" asked Frances, resting a hand on her hip. She grinned at the quartermaster's conjecture. "For my share of that imaginary Spanish gold, I would acquire myself a nice island, perhaps one supporting a fort. Then, I would wait in that fort for a month and a day, take your gold, and build myself a fleet."
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 5, 2017 14:58:28 GMT
"I suppose I'm a glutton for punishment," he drolled in reply, turning his attention from the cargo to the first mate now. "Greedy girl. That sounds like a dreadfully busy retirement. I'd retire in luxury and ensure I never laid eyes on another pale scrawny Englishwoman for the remainder of my days." He offered an exaggerated sigh as if the very idea was paradise.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 5, 2017 15:29:08 GMT
When they were safely aboard the Defiance, Luiz inspected the cargo that could be salvaged, attempting to ascertain the value of the plunder and their respective shares. Of his responsibilities, this was the one he took the most seriously. About 700 in value can be salvaged, mostly in spices and lumber for repairs (allows up to 15 ship damage to anything save masts). Luiz and the crew also discover an extra 200 rounds of shot for their cannons, which allows for 5 extra rounds of combat.
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Post by Frances Harte on Apr 5, 2017 17:32:27 GMT
"I suppose I'm a glutton for punishment," he drolled in reply, turning his attention from the cargo to the first mate now. "Greedy girl. That sounds like a dreadfully busy retirement. I'd retire in luxury and ensure I never laid eyes on another pale scrawny Englishwoman for the remainder of my days." He offered an exaggerated sigh as if the very idea was paradise. Frances gave half a shrug. "As long as it keeps you far away from me, to each their own," she commented in an amused tone before taking off. "Also... don't let the captain hear you say that," she stage whispered as she passed him.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 5, 2017 18:04:03 GMT
"That rings a bit hollow, considering it was your retirement plan that involved robbing me," he gave a short laugh at Frances. "We both know you'll miss me when I've put a continent between me and your boney white ass, querida."
After estimating the price of the goods, Luiz made a note and split the plunder according to their articles of confederation.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 6, 2017 19:46:21 GMT
As the split is made, one of the men from the ruined privateer vessel waves to Luiz. "We heard about the Spanish plans," he said. "If you all take us on we can help lead you to a convoy more than worth the trouble you spent blowing us out of the water! We got no ship now, friend," he said, his yellowed teeth mushy from a probable early onset of scurvy, "so we sail with you and we help get richer'n fucking Midas!"
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Post by Frances Harte on Apr 7, 2017 11:49:15 GMT
"That rings a bit hollow, considering it was your retirement plan that involved robbing me," he gave a short laugh at Frances. "We both know you'll miss me when I've put a continent between me and your boney white ass, querida." After estimating the price of the goods, Luiz made a note to split it into 4 shares of 175, one for each officer and one to be divided among the crew. "About as much as one would miss a gunshot wound to the abdomen," called Frances over her shoulder as she departed, smirking. She then approached the captain. "The boys are in the hold," she reported. "Some of them might not have long," she added as an afterthought.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Apr 7, 2017 18:03:06 GMT
"You give me far too much credit, tesão. I wouldn't hurt half so much inside you," Luiz shot back as Frances departed, before turning his attention to one of the new recruits that had addressed him. "What do you think, captain?" he called over his shoulder to Audrey. "Sounds like what we came here for."
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