The Buccaneers Bay

[Thexare]

Milton strode into the Bay with a far different attitude than the last time. Last time, he ended up earning a good bit of money, most of which was spent on beer to get his mind off the Hessians. This time... This time was different. He'd still blow a good bit of money on assorted alcohol, but this time he wasn't freaking out.

"Hey, Charles, another round for everyone, I'm buying!" he called as he entered, to the cheers of the few Buccaneers in the bar.

"Won't cost much, most of them are out at the Leviathan. Good day, I take it?" the bartender replied, standing up behind the makeshift counter where he was sorting the bottles out. From the smell, Milton guessed a few fell and broke, probably in another barfight.

"Yeah. We robbed a Shetland. A Camara, Chimera, and Armored Transport too. Took a few Rogues and freelance pirates from a Border Worlds Transport; a couple of the pirates are workin' for us now, and we've got the Rogues on the next transport to Alcatraz. A goodwill gesture, you know."

"Makes sense. Ever think about upgrading that bucket of bolts you call a pirate ship?"

"What, replace the Silver Arrow?" Milton replied, incredulous. "Hell no! I might get a second ship, though... maybe a Griffin, maybe some sort of transport."

"You don't like big guns, I take it?" Charles asked, setting an array of bottles on the counter and whistling for a waitress.

"Eh. Why blow up the loot?" the pirate said with a grin, drinking the first booze he could grab, his face instantly twisting into a grimace. "God damn that burns. I'll take another two for the road, gotta head back to make sure the new people didn't screw something up."