The Buccaneers Bay

[Wolfs Ghost]

"The black market we've established seems t' be runnin' smoothly." Thomas said to King as they walked into the bay. King only nodded and headed off in his own direction.

After grabbing fairly large mugs of whiskey, Thomas headed over and sat one of the mugs down infront of King, then he took his own seat. "Managed t' make a sell t' a Collin Baxter, the chaps a Junker so I'm waitin' fer him t' contact me back." Thomas paused taking a sip of his whiskey. "Perry managed t' get a hold of some more of those bloody weapons. So the Maelstrom is a sittin' gold pile. I've updated the stock. Usin' the standarded open market prices. Hopefully some chap comes along 'ere in the next day or so and decides t' buy."

He paused once more, taking note that King was staring at some prospects. "Still waitin' fer those Rogues t' contact us back. Though I doubt they'll do that any time soon. I'll have t' talk t' the Cap'n t' see if he wants t' take a trip t' Buffalo fer a political meetin' in person."

He lifted up his whiskey to his lips, and titled the mug back, downing the rest of the sweet liquid. "Oi! Charles! Some more lovely whiskey." He said shouting and waving his mug in the air. Charles sighed lightly but came over with a refill.

That's when the doors swung open and a prospect comes flying through, hitting the ground and sliding. Thomas leaned back to see what was going on. He witnessed a prospect scrambling backwards. Moving his eyes from the prospect he eyed the door way as the doors opened again reveiling a tall baled-scar'd man entering.

John Morris stepped through the doors, cracking his knuckles as he did. "Get up." He growled to the prospect. Who staggered to his feet. "Ye be talkin' t' the Bretonian Police in private, eh?" Morris growled again. The prospect was dwarfed by Morris's large stature. Morris raised his right arm, his hand was balled up in a massive fist.

Thomas cocked his head sideways watching, slightly entertained at what Morris was about to do. The entire bar got quiet. Charles finished pouring Thomas's whiskey and decided to take a seat and watch.

The prospect lunged out at Morris, in a futile effort to damage the tall disfigured man. The prospects punch landed hand in Morris's stomach. Morris returned the love by drilling his right fist into the prospects face, breaking the prospects nose, which then was followed by a left upper cut into the prospect's left side, the punch caused the prospects ribs to snap loudly. Morris raised up his hand to finish the prospect off when Thomas stood up.

"Oi, Morris stand down chap. Ye did enough." Thomas shouted, he then turned towards a few prospects standing out of the way. "Ye chaps take that law lover t' the brig, lock him up, keep 'em there," Thomas turned back to Morris, "Morris, got talk t' the Cap'n about what happened. I'm sure the Cap'n can find an adequat punishment fer that lad." Thomas mumbled walking over to Morris. "Good show non-the-less Morris." Thomas said grinning.

Morris nodded slightly, with an emotionless expression on his face. After a few minutes Morris turned and walked back to his quarters. A few fellow Buccaneers stepped out of his way, either in fear or respect. One could never tell.

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