The Buccaneers Bay

[Arthur_Dent]

'Calico' Jack stumped wearily into the bar on the Leviathan and eased his battered and bruised frame onto one of the stools. "Closest thing ye got to Surgical spirit, Charles" he said to the barman, who slid him a drink that appeared to be eating through the glass that was containing it. Jack threw it down his neck before it could escape through the surface of the bar and thumped his chest repeatedly whilst supressing a deep cough. the ride over from Trafalgar on a shuttle had not been comfortable.
His ship, now nicknamed 'Kickstart' by the levaithans' engineers due to its ongoing reluctance to start up under its own power, had had to be left at Trafalgar for repair after he'd made it back from Gamma. it had taken the emergency teams almost three hours to put out the numerous fires sprouting from various systems, which was quite impressive for such a small ship! Still, the junkers reckoned they could patch her back up.
It had all started out as an ordinary smuggling trip with Lt. Thomas Anderson. it was ordinary, until they cleared Planet Crete's docking ring and were stopped by some chap calling himself an 'Elder' or summat. anyways, he had sat there interrogating them, but going round in circles? hadn't made much sense at the time and it still didn't to Jack. all he knew was that the old guy had eventually flipped his lid and attacked without provocation! Well Jack had hit the power and circled round a few times, firing off shots at the 'Elder' and his cronies, buying enough time for Lt Anderson to land his slower, less maneuverable transport back on Crete before sticking to the code and giving it the 'Flat knacker' out of there!
Unfortunately the 'Elder's' pals were too numerous and they disabled 'Kickstart' and left Jack for dead.
Luckily the new tech chap Milton had shown Jack a few things and he was able to hotwire some basic systems and get the wreck moving again, eventually limping it back to trafalgar, Although an unfortunate encounter with a BAF officer had nearly put paid to the whole thing. some how Jack managed to muster a bit of speed out of the old girl and outran the BAF man to the debris field where he lost him before docking/crashlanding on Trafalgar.

Jack swivelled round on his stool to survey the usual throng of Buccaneers in the bar, Drinking, argueing and fighting, and chuckled to himself "Yes sir, e'en with his ship all shot up ter hell, ye gotta get up damn early to catch a Bretonian Buccaneer!"
with that he hopped off his stool and head-butted his way in on the fight!

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"I went to Galifrei next week"