Jose watched Miguel walk over to the bar before standing up.
He had listened with growing concern to the reports regarding the destruction of various smugglers that were acting in support of the Corsairs and their fragile economy. These events seemed to be occurring more frequently than ever, and it would not be long before the Corsair peoples started to suffer as a result of it.
Jose began to speak. "My fellow Councillors, it is with some reluctance that I feel that I must agree with both Senor Gentle and Centurion Valentine with regard to their call for action. Only today I was aware of an event that took place near to Crete that resulted in the destruction of a Smuggler."
"The Smugglers crime? He accused a particularly stupid Corsair of being stupid and suggested that he should go fly into the sun. For this, his ship was destroyed." Jose took a sip of his drink, and looked around the chamber.
"My thoughts are such that the Corsair in question would have proven himself less stupid had he flown into the sun, as his actions would have at the very least resulted in one less mouth to feed." Jose paused to take a breath, and again sip at his drink.
"All Corsairs are hot blooded, it is in our nature and is one of the things that makes us Corsairs. However, the mindless destruction of ships that are feeding our families cannot be tolerated. I will fight for my family with everything that I have, and I will do whatever is necessary to ensure my family, and the Corsairs are prevented from starving. If that means that I have to execute idiots that do not deserve to call themselves Corsairs - then so be it!" At the last he banged his hand down hard onto the surface of the table, spilling the drink that was standing there.
He looked up at the assembled Councillors, before speaking in a quiet voice. "We need to act before there is nothing left to act for and before Gamma descends into anarchy"
