The Buccaneers Bay

[jammi]

The door thumped open once again, as it had so many times in the past. Instead of a Prospect or Buccaneer, today it was one of the Captain's Lieutenants gracing the Bay's entrance. Morris tipped his hat and grinned wonkily as John Crown sauntered past. "So, where you been for the past week then, King?" He drawled.

"That's for me to know and you to speculate about" was the light hearted retort. Looking around he could see the Bay was a fair bit busier than usual. Looked like a few more Prospects had fleshed out the ranks while he'd been gone, which was a good thing. It was looking like the Buccaneer's were turning Hispanic as well, he noted sourly. That was Catalina Corsair and some new kid he didn't recognise. Still the distinctly orange tint on the skin of his hands marked him as an Outcast. Corsairs and Outcasts... That should get amusing.

Slouching over to the bar and slumping onto a bar stool he threw a chip onto the surface and received a pint of evil smelling cider as a reward. With a grin that would resemble the cider fumes coming on his drink, if that was so possible, he decided it was time to cause some trouble. "Prospects, front and centre!" He roared.

The various Prospects present dragged themselves to their feet and wandered over. "Right, leave your drinks and hit the hangers. You're on intel. See if you can dig up anything on unaffiliated transport shipments, gottit?"

One of the cockier Prospects managed a sneering "says who?" John smiled sweetly before answering. "Says Lieutenant John Crown, and if you cross me again, I'll cut off your ears and nose, feed them to you and stitch your lips together. Now get." As the Prospect scrambled to get to the door, he remembered the second part of his little plot. "Oi, before you go, Catalina and Cardi-Kid, you're working together." Senor Outcast shot an acidic glare back towards the rather smug looking Lieutenant before following the others out.

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