The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
You and Freddy take one longboat with six of the crew, and Victoria and Procter do the same with the other. Besides your three officers, you figure 12 men is the best number to bring. It’s not a large group, but the environment and unknown dangers make a small, nimble group preferable. On the other hand, it’s more than a few and with numbers comes firepower, not that Procter’s and Victoria’s spells are lacking in that category.
Your boats land on the beach and you take in your surroundings. The white sand continues on an upward slope to the edge of the jungle. The dense trees block most light from the canopy preventing you from seeing further into the interior.
“Procter. You’re up,” you say.
“Stand back, men,” Procter speaks.
As the crew follows his command, he begins casting a spell. He whirls his hands in the air, too dramatically for the spell, and finishes by stretching his arms towards the longboats. Beside him, Victoria rolls her eyes at his performance. In a split-second the boats appear to vanish from sight, although you know that’s not the case. Procter reaches down and picks up two tiny objects: the longboats.
“Oh no. Freddy is still on board!” Procter exclaims holding one of the boats up to his eye for examination.
“Calm down, crazy old man. I’m over here,” Freddy answers from behind some of the crew.
Procter then utters a sigh and places the miniature longboats within his jacket padding the outside for good measure. You feel the presence of someone. You turn to see three natives standing at the edge of the jungle. Their clothes look to be the same style as the headdress. Their robes flow a deep red in the sea breeze. The middle one is leaning on a large staff. The two his opposite have an arrow knocked in their bows. They aren’t pointing them at you, which is a good sign, although they look prepared to fire.
Your boats land on the beach and you take in your surroundings. The white sand continues on an upward slope to the edge of the jungle. The dense trees block most light from the canopy preventing you from seeing further into the interior.
“Procter. You’re up,” you say.
“Stand back, men,” Procter speaks.
As the crew follows his command, he begins casting a spell. He whirls his hands in the air, too dramatically for the spell, and finishes by stretching his arms towards the longboats. Beside him, Victoria rolls her eyes at his performance. In a split-second the boats appear to vanish from sight, although you know that’s not the case. Procter reaches down and picks up two tiny objects: the longboats.
“Oh no. Freddy is still on board!” Procter exclaims holding one of the boats up to his eye for examination.
“Calm down, crazy old man. I’m over here,” Freddy answers from behind some of the crew.
Procter then utters a sigh and places the miniature longboats within his jacket padding the outside for good measure. You feel the presence of someone. You turn to see three natives standing at the edge of the jungle. Their clothes look to be the same style as the headdress. Their robes flow a deep red in the sea breeze. The middle one is leaning on a large staff. The two his opposite have an arrow knocked in their bows. They aren’t pointing them at you, which is a good sign, although they look prepared to fire.