You're Hired

[Cashew]

It was a stuffy day in the court room, Patrick Slight sat in silence after downing various brands of gin the night before. He never thought of himself as a criminal but today he sat in the chair labelled 'Accused'. The Judge came in and sipped his tea before promptly spreading paperwork across the mahogany desk, raised a metre above everyone else.
"And you are?" The Judge looked at Patrick with a tiresome look. Patrick looked up from the floor and realised that he was being spoken to.
"I'm teh man ye men 'ave been lookin' fa..." He laughed to himself with gaps in his mouth where teeth were meant to be before returning his gaze towards the Judge.
"Mmm...Yes. We have the evidence needed to jail you.. Guilty or not guilty?" The Judge sipped his tea.
"Not guilt-.." He was stopped as a man stood up and spoke loudly.
"Mr.Slight, if you plead guilty you may be put into the Privateers. Working for the Queen.. What do you say?" He crossed his arms waiting for a response. After around 30 seconds of silence Patrick spoke.
"Aye.. I plead guilty.. Teh Privateers betta be good or I'll be burnin' ya homes ladies and gents.." He let the guards take him into a room with the man that spoke out before after the Judge had ended the trial.
"Good day, Mr.Slight. I am Commodore Norrington. I supervise the Privateers actions making sure they don't pirate anyone of use to us." He sat back in the chair. Patrick sat down in front of him with a smile on his face.
"Thank ya fa savin' me Mr.Norrington." Patrick pulled out a bottle of rum and took a swig before looking at Norrington.
"Well, you can come with me and we can get you into a 'crew' which is what they like to call them... The Privateers.. Alas are you ready to accept our conditions?"
"Aye, I accept.. Do teh paperwork later.. I want teh get outta 'ere.." They both stand up and Patrick follows Commodore Norrington to a Bretonian Armed Forces Gunboat. The board the ship and fly off to the Privateer HQ.

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