Flickering lights were turned down, as hurricane emergency lanterns were set up along the bar. They added a depth to the room, a texture of light and shadow that danced around the grim faces of the small collection of men and women gathered there.
Some of them puffed on cigars and cigarettes, the smoke coiling its way upwards towards the spiraling fans on the ceiling that send it pinwheeling back downwards towards them.
For the first time since Sir Andrew Stuarts disappearance, the Queens Most Diligent Interdiction Wing, (in Exile) had gathered. A matter of grave importance for them to decide.
At one end of a table Sir Jack Fraser, Capn Jack of the HMS TZaht sat, his boot up on the edge of the table and his naval frock coat undone, staring out of the window absently. Fresh from leading his men to victory over a KNF destroyer in the Honshu system, he was ready to decide what needed to be decided.
At the opposite end sat Josephine Monson, aggressive yet still full of life, she was smiling and laughing with a couple of her men, taking enjoyment out of her special place in the QCP. Shed carved her place there, and was confident of the outcome.
Rising, with a clicking of innumerous beads woven into her hair, Martha Maradan, bar owner of the Gibraltar, their host, and the nominated arbiter of the coming vote stood up. She was carrying a thick tome in her hands, leather bound set with brass. Upon it were emblazoned the words The Stuart Code.
All right then, she said in a heavy Jamaican accent. Stuarts gone, that much we know. If he is coming back, we dun know. But there is a question that cannae be resolved without you, the brave men of the Interdiction Wing. You each get one vote, and one vote only stand forward and choose which of these two shall be the leader. Say your piece when you step forward, the state your choice loudly and clearly.
She looked at the balefully, an there will be no trouble here. Each of yee git to make yer choice free of anyones criticizing. Who shall the Interim Skipper be?
Earl Darlington of the Earl Grey stood up, his gut bulging over his tight pantaloons to rest on the table.
I would not be here had it not been for Captain Fraser holding me hostage in my grandiose mansion for three days and nights to escape those god-awful bounty hunters.
I Earl Cornwallis-Darlington will follow Captain Fraser. Jack my old chum, you have the Earl Grey at your disposal as well as my exhaustive collection of powdered wigs.
His tunic was a mess, spills of wine and ash across his stomach. Still, the man had a certain mystique about him, maybe it was that he still couldn't say Fraser like a Bretonian. It didn't matter, he spoke up.
Victor Henderson, a young man whose eyes show that he has seen much battle in his short time, his blonde hair barely covered his eyes as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together infront of him in a thoughtful pose. His sky-blue eyes were shut in deep thought as the choice was put infront of him.
After several moments his eyes opened, his face set in a firm cool expression as he spoke his choice.
"Captain Jack Fraser, i'v studied you since we first started to fly together, the Men who serve with you look up to you to make the choices that either bring victory or death, one of the most important parts of leadership is having your men trust you and your choices, in this my friend...You have suceeded...Therefore i, Duke Victor Henderson nominate Jack Fraser to lead the Privateers." he spoke before shutting his eyes, going silent once more.
Lord Marty Mindery sat in a rather clean chair, a well-groomed corgi dog resting in his lap, head down and fast asleep. He spoke up loudly, in an accent that gave away his Cambridge heritage, "Good chap Captain Fraser!"
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Fortunatus Wright leaned back on his chair, and flipped a large gold coin towards Jack Fraser.
"You've got my vote lad. To be honest I'm not really bothered who commands, as long as it's not me! The lads seem to trust you, and with me having been out searching for the Dakuryuu for so long, I'm going to trust their lead. Good luck, because you're going to need it."
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