Thursday January 22nd, Year of our Lord, 1671 — The Caribbean Sea


Captain Nicholson paced the Empress' Quarter Deck as the crew finished transferring the HMS Raptor's cargo -- weapons mainly -- and gold into the ship's cargo hold / coffers to the screams and shouts of Admiral Ogle that there would be hell t'a pay for this act of piracy..!
Nicholson rolled his eyes, and the decided to reach for the Admiral's fancy laced shirt and ripped the front lace clean off.

"Why you...! How DARE you...!" Ogle seemed besides himself, red faced as he was, his dark eyes shooting barbs and lightening that were any gods present, Nicholson might just be smote where he stood. Instead, however the privateer simply rolled up the man's shirt lace into a ball and unceremoniously shoved it into the other man's mouth.


"Of course we dare, Admiral," Nicholson said coldly. "Just because you do not approve of your sister's marriage to Mr. Swift doesn't give you the right to kidnap the lady and drag her back to Nassau. You've acted poorly, and we've been paid quite handsomely for our troubles... oh, and since you might brand us as pirates, I don't see why we shouldn't confiscate all your ship's weapons as compensation, and leave you here like the stuffed turkey that you are."
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