The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
You finally reach the bottom of the hill and continue towards the docks. The bright blue water of the Caribbean reflects a flash of sunlight in your direction, and you lower the tip of your hat in response. Upon the dock, fishermen and sailors ready their boats with supplies. A few soldiers stand watch in obvious distaste towards their duty in the scorching heat. You don’t understand why the military makes them wear the layered bright red uniforms, especially in the tropical heat. The uniforms are better suited towards the cloudy streets of London. It isn’t your place to correct the decision of the English military, but if it were up to you, you’d definitely adapt the uniforms to the surrounding environment.
After passing a few fishing boats and a couple sloops, your view of The Sanguine is uninhibited. The dark oak body floats gracefully upon the clear ocean. Its double masts are like two aged trees rising above a clearing. The sails are in a raised position, and you long to see the white cloth full in the Caribbean wind. You hear Procter’s voice echoing from below deck.
“Dag nabbit when is that lumber arriving?”
Entertained by the quartermaster’s odd curses, you board the ship and head below deck. You see Procter’s skinny frame standing with his hands on his hips. Around him, sailors rush to follow his orders.
“No, no, no! Roll the cannons completely out of the way before reinforcing. I won’t have this ship sinking on behalf of your shoddy workmanship,” he scolds towards a young-faced sailor.
“Ah, Captain, glad you’re here,” he says noticing you. “Perhaps you can motivate these fellows with your captainly inspiration?”
“You’re doing great work, men,” you say towards the workers. “Listen to Procter. He knows what he’s talking about and your efforts will end up saving us all.”
Turning to Procter you add on, “How bad is it?”
“Not good. That nasty wizard scorched the port-side to hell. I wish Victoria left him alive because I’d like to have a few words with him for the trouble it’s causing me.”
“Spare no expense. Many ships have gone down because they were economical in their repairs.”
“Aye, Captain. We’ll get The Sangy as good as new. Even better, probably, now that I’m heading it up. Your last man must’ve cut corners.”
“Cut corners and tried stealing from us,” you reply. “He did decent work until his little detour walking the plank.”
“I’m glad you mentioned the plank. I have a few ideas that might make it a better experienced for all involved. I’m thinkin’ we get a longer, narrower piece of oak and—“
“—I’m going to have to cut you off there. First things first,” you say motioning towards the ongoing repair in front of you.
A sailor suddenly interrupts your conversation, “I’m sorry to intrude, Captain, but there’s a man outside asking for you.”
With a reassuring clasp on the sailor’s shoulder, you head above deck.
After passing a few fishing boats and a couple sloops, your view of The Sanguine is uninhibited. The dark oak body floats gracefully upon the clear ocean. Its double masts are like two aged trees rising above a clearing. The sails are in a raised position, and you long to see the white cloth full in the Caribbean wind. You hear Procter’s voice echoing from below deck.
“Dag nabbit when is that lumber arriving?”
Entertained by the quartermaster’s odd curses, you board the ship and head below deck. You see Procter’s skinny frame standing with his hands on his hips. Around him, sailors rush to follow his orders.
“No, no, no! Roll the cannons completely out of the way before reinforcing. I won’t have this ship sinking on behalf of your shoddy workmanship,” he scolds towards a young-faced sailor.
“Ah, Captain, glad you’re here,” he says noticing you. “Perhaps you can motivate these fellows with your captainly inspiration?”
“You’re doing great work, men,” you say towards the workers. “Listen to Procter. He knows what he’s talking about and your efforts will end up saving us all.”
Turning to Procter you add on, “How bad is it?”
“Not good. That nasty wizard scorched the port-side to hell. I wish Victoria left him alive because I’d like to have a few words with him for the trouble it’s causing me.”
“Spare no expense. Many ships have gone down because they were economical in their repairs.”
“Aye, Captain. We’ll get The Sangy as good as new. Even better, probably, now that I’m heading it up. Your last man must’ve cut corners.”
“Cut corners and tried stealing from us,” you reply. “He did decent work until his little detour walking the plank.”
“I’m glad you mentioned the plank. I have a few ideas that might make it a better experienced for all involved. I’m thinkin’ we get a longer, narrower piece of oak and—“
“—I’m going to have to cut you off there. First things first,” you say motioning towards the ongoing repair in front of you.
A sailor suddenly interrupts your conversation, “I’m sorry to intrude, Captain, but there’s a man outside asking for you.”
With a reassuring clasp on the sailor’s shoulder, you head above deck.