The Stede Bonnet- Planet New London- Bretonian Privateers In-RP Recruitment Pub.

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Between tending the bar, and typing up a response to the "Privateer Administration", Jack´s one hand had grown pretty tired, arthritic and stiff. He was lucky to have the medicinal "Herbs" Frank had brought him. He packed more of it into a small wooden pipe and lit it. He looked over at the man standing by door to the storeroom.

"Frank still sleeping?" he asked, watching the man slowly open the door to a crack and peak in, then closing the door and nodding an affirmation. One Armed Jack, pulled a beer from the cooler and without opening it, tossed it to the man standing guard, making sure Frank got some needed rest while he could. "Wake him in three hours if he is not up."

"YOU wake him in three hours," said the man as he grabbed the bottle of beer on the fly and proceeded to open it with the edge of a lighter he pulled from his pocket. "I do not want my head shot off, Franks is not an agreeable bear to wake and he sleeps with a pulse gun in his hand."