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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 12, 2017 11:36:10 GMT
The older captain nodded. "I've heard of you," he said. "We have spices from Costa Rica and some silver our men found in the mountains of Colombia. It was destined o the Vatican," he claimed. "For tithes owed Hiis Holiness."
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 12, 2017 13:13:15 GMT
"His Holiness." repeated Navarra with sincerity, crossing himself although those watching him could not be sure if he was mocking or not.
"Let it not be said that Captain Jose Rodriguez de Navarra is not a man of God. His Holiness shall have his tithe - his share of your cargo and your ship, or should I say my cargo and my ship, shall be the customary one tenth. And you, my good captain, shall deliver it to His Hoilness on my behalf."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 12, 2017 15:12:25 GMT
Aguirre was silent a moment as the pirates laughed. "Of course," he said quietly. "The Vatican wil be pleased their portion makes it," he said. The crew began loading the goods onto the Conquistador. Jose can be satisfied even leaving a tenth will leave him and his men a good return on their investment. "I should warn you, for your piety, Admiral Felicia Guerrera is coming from Valencia soon. He has a dozen ships of the line to deal with the English, but he is no friend to men of your...profession."
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 12, 2017 22:55:28 GMT
"Perhaps the English will show a little more friendship if that is the case." said Jose, looking unconcerned.
He studied the Barcelona for a minute before turning t the captain. "What would you say is about one tenth of the ship you were formerly captain of? Two rowboats or three?"
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 13, 2017 1:34:17 GMT
"Tres," the captain said. "Enough for me and my men, por favor." The crew looks to their captain expectantly.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 16, 2017 5:23:04 GMT
"Three it is." replied Jose. "Fit what you can of your crew in those three and whatever amount of silver and spices, up to a tenth of the whole. Tell his Holiness that I will owe him the remainder."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 17, 2017 10:08:11 GMT
The blinded captain nodded and Jose's men chuckled as they did as he asked. They disembark an hour later and row towards land, where a likely meeting with upset Aztecans awaits.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 18, 2017 8:03:14 GMT
From the edge of the deck, Jose watched them go.
"I spared their lives and gave them a fighting chance." he remarked to his quartermaster. "Now we have an extra ship. Call the men. We divide the spoils. Then set course to Roatan."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 18, 2017 10:10:26 GMT
"How many men would you like on the prize crew?" He asked. He assembles the men to dovide the loot which totals 1100 in value or so after a careful estimate. The crew is fairly happy with the result but the second ship is a bigger prize; it can be sold for a considerable amount of con or refitted for a larger flotilla.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 19, 2017 10:09:33 GMT
"Enough to sail her into port." replied Jose. We'll see what she's worth and maybe outfit her." He smiled. "Two ships. Double the loot."
He gave the order.
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