The Buccaneers Bay

[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Captain Henry Morgan made his way down to the Buccaneer's Bay. After he punched the code in, he gave the door a hard shove, since it was sticking again. He made a mental note to get one of the Prospects to fix it. When he walked through the door, the Security guard put his hand on his sidearm, then quickly removed it when he saw who it was. Captain Morgan was one of the few people capable of looking John Morris directly in the eye, and was quite fearsome in his own way, with his tall stature, broad shoulders, wild black hair and full beard. Despite the full-length maroon leather coat, and tricorne hat (which some, quietly, considered an absurd affectation), he was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Welcome back, Captain!"

"Glad to be back. It was quite the day out there."

With that, Captain Morgan walked up to the bar. As he went through, every Buccaneer in the Bay treated him with deference and respect. The bartender quickly came over to where the Captain was.

"Glad to see you back, Captain! Good haul this time?"

"Indeed it was, Charles! Other than a Coalition pilot sending me a copy of the "Communist Manifesto", as if I'd be interested in that, and some bloke in a GMG bomber waving his manhood at me, it was a good day. My hold's full to bursting, though!

I wasn't in Leeds for five minutes when an IMG transport drops out of the lane. I gave him the usual chance to drop half his cargo if he cooperates, which he negotiated for credits instead. Since I figured that credits just saves us finding a buyer for his cargo, I asked for a million credits. At that, he tried to cut and run, but it was no use. He kept trying to run and fight, though, not recognizing that he was defeated already. Ended up having to blow up his ship. I managed to tractor in some of his fuel and the cargo that survived the destruction of the transport, and still managed to fill my hold. The boys up at the dock are unloading it now, and I figure that our usual fence should give us nearly the million credits I originally asked for.

Just as I was dealing with the transport, though, some Corsair lady came onto the scene. Didn't say much, and seemed content to mind her business. Just as I was going to see what she was about, that BPA bloke, Constable Dibley shows up on my scanner. Naturally, I cut in the cruise engines right away, leaving that Corsair to cover my exit. And a fine job she did, too!

This calls for some celebration. Drinks for everyone!"

"Aye, sir!"

As the bartender busied himself preparing the drinks, Captain Morgan had a look around to see who else was in, and maybe to see if he couldn't get himself a wench or two for the evening.

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