The Buccaneers Bay

[Wolfs Ghost]

Anderson shifted his gaze from the Kusarian and gently pushed himself to his feet. "Oi, laddie calm down. One we can't understand ye, and two, yer out of breath. Now take a deep breath and tell us what happened."

It took the prospect a few moments but finally, he told the gathering crowd the full story. Even though it was still had to believe for Anderson, who took a deep breath and then grabbed the lad by his shirt. "Now ye listen 'ere laddie. Ye better be tellin' us the truth. Or ye'll be keelhauled out through a Jumphole." He said lightly, but coldly. "Ye 'ere me?"

The Prospect nodded just as Anderson pushed him away.

"Right lads and lasses. No need t' be alarmed. Myself and fellow Lieutenants will meet in the plannin' room later t'day or t'night t' discuss our course of actio--"

"Er, Anderson, lad." Charles interrupted, "You know you're the only active Lieutenant space side. Not to mention we need to come to a vote, on whose going to be the Captain. Though many of the men 'ere heard about your accomplishments, and I'm sure Captain Morgan would want you to succeed in his place." Charles finished. There was a slight roar of whispers as a few of the Buccaneer's discussed it.

One Buccaneer nodded and said aloud "Aye. I vote fer Anderson t' be the new Captain."

Soon, another followed, and just after that a few more. Anderson quickly glanced over to see Morris nod, and smile a bit.

The crowd of Buccaneers began to quiet down as Charles spoke up. "Well, then it's said. Lads, meet your new Captain. Captain Thomas Anderson."

The crowd cheered for a brief moment before Anderson quieted them all down. "Well. This Captainin' stuff is new and all. But I believe me first task would be t' get a new set of Lieutenants. Eh, now carry on lads."

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