Unilateral Declaration of Holiday Ceasefire

[bluntpencil2001]

Stuart smirked as he yelled at the twins, two burly marines that served as security on the Queen's Ransom.

"What do you mean the cargo bay is full!? We fenced half the goods yesterday!"

"Had more in storage, sah," they replied in unison.

Excellent. He was best pleased. Sure, the ship looked horribly beat up from all the recent action, with armour plates torn off, and half of the paintwork ruined by scorchmarks, but that didn't matter, because they had struck it rich!

Andrew turned to his first mate,

"Aight, Ally, we've been on extended ops, so I reckon it's okay for some shore leave over the holidays, like command says."

'He' nodded and saluted, then proceeded to spew curses at the others.

Stuart then climbed aboard one of many crates of rum, and addressed the rest of the privateer forces,

"Right, so, everyone, once we get home, there should be some poor bugger repainting all our ships as illustrious Bretonian Armed Forces Guard vessels, whilst we get liquored at the expense of those squinty buggers that we've been robbing for so long!

For the next few weeks, you're on holiday, you've earned it."

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