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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 10, 2017 19:43:19 GMT
As the loot is being divided, the Defiance's crew can hear the stricken vessel taking on water. Its sinking is an inevitability now, but if the captain wishes a prize crew could probably salvage the Aeschylus.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 11, 2017 23:11:12 GMT
Audrey headed down the stairs to where the English Soldiers were being kept. "Who in here was pressganged?" She asked directly to the room.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 11, 2017 23:59:37 GMT
A half dozen men raise hands. "Some of us from Dover," one said, "about eight months ago." The others glare at her sullenly.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 12, 2017 5:56:37 GMT
She nodded and looked to the ones who did not raise their hands. "Is that true?"
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 12, 2017 11:30:00 GMT
One of them answered. "A'course," he said in a thick highlands accent. "With the wars been going on the king is bleeding for men to man his ships. Spain got more men than us to start and we lost plenty against the Dutch." He looked at her. "Did you get press ganged, cap'n? Your title says pirate but yer voice says London's fines."
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 12, 2017 20:38:25 GMT
"I don't recall open the floor up for questions." Audrey replied. "Pressganged or not, would any of you be interested in joining our crew?"
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 13, 2017 1:39:40 GMT
"Why the he'll not," a man said. "Better than fighting for the king's useless penny." Some of the men are silent, and the first to volunteer laughs. "Most of these men hunt you...our kind," he said. "It is in their blood."
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 14, 2017 20:52:20 GMT
"Why? What do you hate about us? Are we nit the sane?" She asked
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 14, 2017 22:16:33 GMT
"The same?" A man snorted. "You prey off the work of better men, like a leech," he said, laughing through his wounds. "A blight the lord himself sent to torment honest men for being born. You're the whore of Babylon in our time!"
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 14, 2017 22:48:16 GMT
"Then why does your good lord not strike me down? If he loves you, why not allow you victory?" She asked, "how did these better men get their wealth, off the pain and sweat and blood of everyone else, it's time to take it back."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 16, 2017 13:09:05 GMT
"I suppose the Lord works when he will," the man replied. "But if you plan on stealing from the rich your friends might be wondering when the time is good to be stealing from you," he concluded.
The rest of the men look as amused as they can, under the circumstances. "Don't worry about the Vicar," one of her new recruits said. "He got keelhauled on accident one time and thinks he met God himself."
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Post by Audrey Rose on Apr 17, 2017 19:47:45 GMT
"We're more equal on this ship than any other I know of" she replied, "I was going to let you all sail back to shore, but now that you have been so rude to me the good will your Lieutenant gained for his honesty has been lost and you can all swim." She turned to some of her loyal men who came down with her, "Throw them all over the side and sink that ship, we're holding out for bigger prizes" she informed them and went back upstairs.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 18, 2017 10:08:18 GMT
She hears splashes as the men are tossed over, begging for their lives, and a short broadside at the other ship's hull leads to it taking on water and sinking within a few hours. The crew divides up the small prize and rumble a bit but some bad luck is always an accepted part of the life.
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