The Buccaneers Bay

[AJBeast]

Sofia walked into the Bay with a motionless frown, fists clenched and her slightly burnt cat on her shoulder. The day had not been a good one. Just hours after her Bactrian had been fully repaired, it was torn apart again. She made her way to the bar, violently pushing the Prospects foolish or drunk enough to approach her out of her way. Sitting next to Morgan, she snapped her fingers as to get Charles' attention.

"A beer and a bowl of milk."- she said in an unemotional, almost robotic fashion.

As Charles' turned back to attend the order, she turned to listen to the captain's outburst. Grinding her teeth together, she mumbled.

"I am going to kill that bloody clown..."

Seeing Charles returned with the drinks, She took drank down hers in one go and placed the cat-like aberration on the counter so it could drink its.

[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Captain Morgan strolled into the Bay. He walked over to the bar, and grabbed the bottle of Gundey VIII from behind the bar. That was a good sign, since the Captain only drank it when he was in a good mood, and wanting to show off a little. Considering the beverages indescribably foul smell, everyone got as far away from the Captain as they could. It was rumored that you could dissolve a large diamond in a glass of the stuff. Nobody besides the Captain and Morris could stomach the stuff, but that was enough for Charles to keep a bottle or two around. That, and it's remarkable ability to instantly revive anyone from even the deepest drunken sleep occasionally came in handy.

One of the other Buccaneers, one of the Bridge crew, spoke up.

"Good haul today, Cap'n?"

"Not bad. Not the biggest we've ever brought in, but not bad. I managed to get a million credits off of an OSI transport in Dublin. The best part of it was that I managed to do it right under the noses of his two escorts without even havin' to fight for it. Good thing, too. I'd have scrapped the transport had they tried, and then none of us would've gotten paid."

"Good show, Cap'n!"

"Oh, I'm not done. After that, I came back to Leeds, meanin' to head to Manchester for a bit. Extortin' credits from cross-border trade with Liberty isn't as lucrative as hittin' blockade runners, but it's worth a tidy sum just the same. I was almost to the Manchester hole when I get an SRF train on my scanners. Naturaly, I moved to intercept. He noticed me, and started to move away, but I managed to get just barely in disruptor range, and let one fly. I got lucky, and it hit the mark. Not being an idiot, he knew the game was up, and cut his engines. After scannin' his hold, I saw that he wasn't carrying normal trade goods. When I asked him for credits, he told me that, as a hospital ship, he didn't have any. Considerin' he was one o' those humanitarian sorts, I actually believed him. They never carry nearly enough credits. Not wantin' to kill them over nothin', I had him transfer me a few crates of Consumer Goods. It was mostly medical supplies, but that's fine. Sawbones has been complainin' about needin' more supplies. All in all, not a bad day."

The Captain smiled widely, then said the magic words.

"Round o' drinks on me, lads!"

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[Blackstarr]

Jon walked into the bay, smiling to himself. He had gained respect with the captain lately. His promotion wasn't too far away now he thought.

Bartender, mind passing me one of those ale's everyone says are the best?
The bartender nodded and opened the cooler and tossed him a bottle. Jon uncapped it and took a swig. He immediately spit it out then looked at the bottle. "Hot sauce? What the hell!"

The bartender and several of the men around him laughed heartily.
"Sorry mate. I love playing that trick on prospects. Here is your ale." He reached beneath the counter and grabbed a glass and poured some from the tap. Jon sniffed the drink before taking a drink just to make sure. The bartender laughed at this.
"What, you think im going to trick you twice?"
"I wouldn't put it past anyone in this room honestly." Said Jon. The bartender laughed and nodded.
Jon walked over to a table and sat down and took out his data-pad. Two successful pirating runs and 2 rather successful pirating runs. He still couldnt believe the deceitful nature of the captain. Buying food from the outcasts and selling it to the corsairs? It was genius.

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[Donutman]

Jack walked over to the Prospect and smiled.

"Hey Prospect, let me buy you a drink." he said, then winked at Charles.

Charles had a momentary look of distress, then, trying to hide a grin, gave the Prospect a bottle of Gundey VIII. The prospect pulled out the cork, and took a swig. Instantly, he puked all over the floor, his body rejecting the foul substance. Jack and Charles laughed uncontrollably, and Jack gave the prospect a mop and bucket.

"When your done puking your guts out, clean up the floor."

Still laughing, he took his rum and walked out.

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[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Captain Morgan walked into the Bay. Morris touched the rim of his bowler hat when Morgan walked past. He noticed that Jeanne, the girl the Slavers Union sent, was out of the medical bay and was busy tending tables. She looked a lot better than she did when she arrived. Sawbones did a fine job, considering the sorry state she was in. The message that the Slavers had burned into her arm was almost completely faded away.

Morgan walked over to the bar and asked Charles how she was doing.

"She's doin' fine, sir. A bit nervous, but she seems at least happy that she's not a slave anymore. She'll be here a while workin' off her debt to Sawbones, but we're treatin' her right."

"Good to hear, Charles. I daresay that you needed the help anyway. Oh, I got somethin' else fer ye on me last run. I got me a case of Gallic wine from a TAZ Captain who was happy that I wasn't robbin' him blind. I also got seventy or so cases of tobacco from some rather odd pirates in New London."

"Thank ye, sir! The crew's sure to be happy about that!"

"Aye, that's what I thought. What do you think? A free round fer everyone? Just, not the Gallic wine... it's a bit scarce, and I'd like to be paid fer it."

"Aye sir!"

With that, Morgan walked around the Bay to see what some of the other Buccaneers were up to.

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[Neronian]

John Damon tends to go a bit overboard when it comes to Rum, but it's not like he can't hold his liquor! He was sitting in the Bay, doing his usual and seemingly continuous tankard runs, while eying the new help, and couldn't help but see the Good 'Ol Capt'n walking his way.

He, being 'magically' more charismatic when drinking, and somewhat non-chalant about his status, went over to greet him, raising his glass with a smirk, "Ahoy Captain. How goes it for ye? I Hope you had an interesting and bountiful day, Eh. Perhaps you'd like to honor me with your company."

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"The pen is mightier than the sword." -Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
"Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword never encountered automatic weapons." -General Douglas MacArthur

[Cihtog]

As he made his way towards the bay a sense of dread overcame Anthony "What if they decide they don't like me?" he started to think to himself.

He reached the door to the bay and looked down at the keypad beside it, then punched in the code. As the door slid open he was extremely surprised to see a pistol pointed directly at him, held by a man of such stature he could almost be considered an actual giant. Almost twice the size of himself in all directions this was not a man anyone was going to mess with...

"Ahh, Uhh yes?" shaking in his flight gear Anthony could not think of a single thing witty to say in this situation(which is quite a surprise considering his usual demeanor)

"Do you have a name?" the giant grunted in reply

"Uhh, Anthony, Uhh, Anthony Liddle" Anthony replied as he patted himself for the piece of paper he had been given back on Leeds

"What are you doing here Liddle?" he moved his weapon aside slightly to take a look at Anthony then continued "I guess you didn't get on board by chance did you"

"N, Nno, I'm the newest prospect. Or at least I think I am" Anthony replied in a rather hushed voice

"Yeah you keep that quiet, I wouldn't let the guys in here hear you say that" he replied as he finally stepped aside

As Anthony took a few steps into the bar he scanned to room to see what was going on. There wasn't a whole lot of activity. One or two people sitting at tables and a few at the bar.

Walking over and taking a seat on the lone stool at the end of the bar he was quite surprised at how quiet it was in here. He knew though that it couldn’t last long.

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[Darkard]

Mick had a pretty good day. He had perfected a new skill. He slammed a datapad into the hands of a rather unwilling Prospect.

"Read a Learn Newbie, Read aaaand Learn"

The Prospect risked reading the datapad:



The Prospect looked up at Mick.

"Hey man, thats pretty cool" he said.

"Yeah" wispered Mick, coming down level to the Prospects face "But if I see you trying it... Ill kill you..."

The Prospect cringed as Mick statched the datapad from his hands and swaggered away.

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[AJBeast]

Sofia stood not too far from Mick and the Prospect, trying to elegantly sip at an expensive-looking drink. The day had been a long but profitable one. And what better way to congratulate ones self than by drinking something worth a Prospect's weeks pay with the smugness of a Cambridge graduate. She looked at the scene with a grin on her face.

"Oh, don't worry Prospect. Mick wouldn't kill you..."-she said, pausing to see him let out a small sigh of relief.-"Not without ripping your eyeballs out and chopping off a set of limbs first, that is."

She turned to her drink again and laughed.

[Wolfs Ghost]

It's been quite some time since Anderson's last random entrance. It was time to make another.

"WITH A YO HO HO AND A HI HI HEY! THE BUCCANEERS ARE SAILIN' T' LEEDS!" Came a shout from behind the door. A few Buccaneers already sitting in the bay began chuckling and looking towards the door as Thomas stumbled drunkly in. "We're 'ere t' steal all yer gold and make our Cap'n smile with Glee! YE!"

Charles smiled a bit and turned around in the bar and began to get Thomas's drink, before he could even ask for it.

As fate would have it, Thomas stupidly stumbled over towards the bar and slumped down in the chair, passing out just as Charles placed the mug of rum in front of him. "Eh, well the lad will be happy when he wakes up." Charles said mumbling a bit, and chuckling.

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