The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
“…sit here and drink,” you say.
“Doesn’t seem like much of a plan,” Victoria replies.
“The rum helps with brainstorming. A few more of these, and I’ll come up with something. Always do,” you say with a grin.
“Far be it from me to question the captain,” she replies raising two fingers toward the bartender.
Three more later...
“Ha-ha-ha and that’s when I hid under the horse carriage and tried to find where I left my clothes! Luckily, I still had my hat to decently cover one side of me!” you finish telling the story to Victoria.
“Ha, Captain! Her father, the magistrate, would have hung you.”
“I still have my life...and my hat!” you say plopping the hat onto Victoria’s head. She instantly takes it off disgusted by its involvement in your story.
Suddenly, a man sits down next to you and says, “Buy you a drink, Captain?” The antique arquebus upon his back immediately catches your eye.
“You’re free to do as you please,” you answer. “Might want to buy yourself a modern weapon while you’re at it,” you add on.
“I assure you, no musket any of these street peddlers sell can compare to ol’ Shelly,” the man replies tapping the rifle affectionately.
“Fair enough. Thanks for the drink. What’s your name, friend?” you ask.
“Dampier,” Victoria butts in. “He’s one of Rogers' men.”
The man, Dampier, nods, “That’s right. I’ve actually been looking for you. My employer, Woodes Rogers, has been looking for a captain of your caliber. He graciously offers an invitation to meet at his estate tonight to discuss business.”
You look to Victoria and silently agree there’s no choice but to see him out. At least that’s what your intoxicated senses tell you.
“Tell Rogers I’ll be there,” you answer.
“He’ll be expecting you. And please try to sober up before then,” Dampier replies.
“Excellent idea,” you say. “Bartender, two beers please.”
“Doesn’t seem like much of a plan,” Victoria replies.
“The rum helps with brainstorming. A few more of these, and I’ll come up with something. Always do,” you say with a grin.
“Far be it from me to question the captain,” she replies raising two fingers toward the bartender.
Three more later...
“Ha-ha-ha and that’s when I hid under the horse carriage and tried to find where I left my clothes! Luckily, I still had my hat to decently cover one side of me!” you finish telling the story to Victoria.
“Ha, Captain! Her father, the magistrate, would have hung you.”
“I still have my life...and my hat!” you say plopping the hat onto Victoria’s head. She instantly takes it off disgusted by its involvement in your story.
Suddenly, a man sits down next to you and says, “Buy you a drink, Captain?” The antique arquebus upon his back immediately catches your eye.
“You’re free to do as you please,” you answer. “Might want to buy yourself a modern weapon while you’re at it,” you add on.
“I assure you, no musket any of these street peddlers sell can compare to ol’ Shelly,” the man replies tapping the rifle affectionately.
“Fair enough. Thanks for the drink. What’s your name, friend?” you ask.
“Dampier,” Victoria butts in. “He’s one of Rogers' men.”
The man, Dampier, nods, “That’s right. I’ve actually been looking for you. My employer, Woodes Rogers, has been looking for a captain of your caliber. He graciously offers an invitation to meet at his estate tonight to discuss business.”
You look to Victoria and silently agree there’s no choice but to see him out. At least that’s what your intoxicated senses tell you.
“Tell Rogers I’ll be there,” you answer.
“He’ll be expecting you. And please try to sober up before then,” Dampier replies.
“Excellent idea,” you say. “Bartender, two beers please.”