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 All for one - but which one?, <open, crew of the Sea Hound>
Teofilo da Feira
Posted: Jul 15 2010, 01:15 PM
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Teofilo lounged against the starboard gunwale giving out onto the waters of the harbor, his arms across his chest. Turning his head, he spat carefully over the side. Well, it was time and Sol wanted this done quickly. So be it.

He took the small curved pipe which hung from a cord about his neck and piped the crew to the quarter deck. All hands. The men already knew what was up, so most were hanging about anyway, trying not to look too curious, or too eager, or too nervous, each depending on his temperament. O'Sullivan's funeral was out of the way, he had been dead these past three days. It was time to elect a new captain.

As Sol was still, technically, First Mate, the honors went to him, Teofilo thought, grinning to himself. The Spaniard could show more of his leadership skills by running the whole damn show. No doubt it would be a real rush for the would-be little king. Every man must have his kingdom, they said. Sol wanted the Hound to be his.

Teofilo stepped forward, calling the crew to order with a fierce look. "Voce me escuta, meus caes! Your acting captain has something to say to you!"
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Rodrigo Sol Valera
Posted: Jul 16 2010, 05:43 AM
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Yes, it was time to do it. No ship could set sail without an accepted leadership, and a few men had approached Sol since yesterday, telling him that he was not only the one the late captain had confidence in, but also the one they trusted and wanted to lead them. It was something Sol could have seen coming, but he was more preoccupied with all kinds of attempts to find the murderer, and, in between these, various versions how to tackle the uneven fight with the golden galleon. This kind of power was far from being something he had dreamt to get.

Yes, he wanted himself the captain of a ship some day, but that wasn’t exactly “Sea Hound”. He was stashing enough money apart from each prey, that he could once get a swift sloop and fit it on to go back to his initial sea trade, which he found he liked more, and which wasn’t risk-free either. That day hadn’t come yet, and if now the men were putting their faith in him, it was an honour he couldn’t deny… or break their trust. He was aware that it was also a big responsibility which he was able to assume and carry on. He had heard about other ships, and he knew that it had happened, if the crew deemed their captain incompetent, a coward, extremely cruel, too lenient or unlucky, they simply demoted him (if not killed him in a mutiny) and elected someone else to lead them. There was a story in Tortuga about a French pirate ship which had thirteen successive captains in a few months.

The boatswain piped the crew to the quarter deck, then, when they got there, he looked at them fiercely and said, on a strange tone:

“Your acting captain has something to say to you!"

Indeed, this was what he was now, according to the laws of the sea; but Teo had stressed the word “acting” in a strange way, as if giving it a hidden meaning. Or rather… hidden for whom, given the events three nights ago, when they had gotten almost at each other’s throats?

He shrugged at the thought. If most of the crew wanted him, Sol would do his best not to disappoint them. If his supporters weren’t as many as any other’s who would be proposed, then he would accept without hard feelings the new captain elected by the council, as long as he was meeting the usual requirements - someone brave and skilled in fight, who was capable of commanding and navigating a ship, of chasing and capturing a vessel while inflicting the least amount of damage to her and her cargo.

“Tomorrow morning, at dawn, we set sail. With God’s help and our skills, we’ll catch our rich mark, and we’ll become the subject of stories to be told in all the islands around.”

He looked around, at those smiling greedily in anticipation of the prey, and he continued simply:

“So, as any ship needs a properly elected captain, let’s do it and learn who will give tomorrow the order to weigh anchor.”


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Lucky Freeman
Posted: Jul 18 2010, 05:39 PM
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Three days had passed since the events at the tavern, since he had spent a wonderful few moments preparing the kitchens with Minette. That woman was something else and he surely would spend much of his odd time dwelling on her, with probably little return on her part. But all in all, things were fine. Two days had passed since he had overheard the conversation in the alley while doing something as simple as replacing a frying pan and now he was affraid he'd need to replace this replacement. It had a nice dent along the side. But that didn't seem to matter at the moment, atleast he had it should the Supply Master come around trying to make further damages. Maybe, he thought, he should hang it up in the Galley as a sort of warning that only he would understand. The thought was lost in a mild laugh.

But now that the burial of the Old Man was complete, they were soon to sail. He knew it wouldn't be too long. The hands were going stir crazy, pretty soon they'd start hunting each other for entertainment...which had all ready begun but not as sever as Lucky imagined. The mixblooded cook was deciding on a place to hang the skillet when he heard a whistle from above and on deck. The shrill was just high enough pitch to catch his attention instead of being drowned out against the sea waves, wind or absorbed into the wood of the ship.
"Voce me escuta, meus caes! Your acting captain has something to say to you!" A voice called loudly. He recognized it. It was Teo the loudmouthed braggart. Lucky really didn't like him. There was something to be said about a man who knew what he wanted and acted on it, but Teo seemed to have no sense of tact. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it. He was a lot like that Finn guy, really. But Teo was closer to the devil than Finn. He was one who had sold his soul in trade, where as Finn had just outright sold it away.

Lucky was by no means the first on deck when called, but he wasn't the last either. As he walked up the steps through the latchdoor, he looked about. There seemed to be a wild tension crackling on the edges of the wind. No doubt all the angels were staying far away from here today.
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Fingal
Posted: Jul 20 2010, 10:14 AM
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[[OOC: I have to fast forward somewhat with this post in regards to Finn's negotiation with Teofilo in "Nightly Negotiations"]]

Finn had been in quiet conversation with a clutch of the crewmembers when Teofilo's voice rang out over the ship.

He had spent the last days mostly on board, as their agreement had included some work for Finn. But things had been remarkably easy for him as it had turned out that he actually had to do no more than simply be present aboard.

Most of the crew had given him a wide berth and sidelong glances that had tried his patience a great deal, though he knew that it was their apprehension of what he was up to in retaliation to their previously rough treatment of him. That knowledge had lightened his mood considerably.

But those that were malcontent with Sol and easily impressed by anyone more vile than themselves were drawn to Finn and had been listening to him eagerly. And now, as the whistle to summon them sounded, they were all set to carry out the plan.

Finn inconspicuously positioned himself in a strategic spot. He noticed movement to his right and turning his head, saw Lucky emerge from below. He grinned and winked at the cook as he hadn't forgotten his helping hand - well, actually skillet - during his run-in on Josiah's little conspiracy. And although Finn hated owing favors, he had appreciated Lucky's somewhat unusual show of backbone. Not that it meant for Finn to go easy on the cook, but the occasion to pay him back might come sooner than anticipated.
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Posted: Jul 21 2010, 02:50 PM
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Maurice McMullan stayed toward the middle of the crowd. He was a 42 year old, crusty shell of a sailor almost 30 years as an able crewman. He had seen his fair share of captains come and go and this didn't seem like it would be any different. There would be a some who would speak up, some who wouldn't, each party would talk about their plans for the ship and her crew and then the vote. The way Maurice saw it, he with the most swords on his side would win the vote.

Maurice cast his weather beaten eyes on Teo and sighed. He could see the eager wickedness in this young man, like so many before him. This man was seizing this as opportunity to put himself in a better place in the world, and no one could blame him fro that.

Then his eyes softly fell on Sol, the other young sport just trying to honor his old friend by doing his ship right. Maurice had had some memorable experiences with Sol, including one where his life was saved by the Spaniard. He was honorable and romantic, but might lack the kind of bold presence needed to hold onto a crew of pirates.

Teo could hold a crowd, though, and that was what Maurice was afraid of.

Maurice owed Sol his life, but that wasn't the only reason why he spoke up in the middle of a crowd of nervous pirates.

"I reckon y'all should vote Sol t'be yer cap'n. I think y'all should think 'bout who you'd rather trust wit yer life afore ya put yer vote in. Some 'o y'all are old nuff ta remember what this strapping Spaniard did for me all those months ago. I'ma wondr'in how many 'o ya own som'thing that heavy ta young Teofilo o'er here." His voice was hoarse but noticeable, and the lower ranks of the crew respected old Maurice enough to stay quite and listen to him.


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Rodrigo Sol Valera
Posted: Jul 21 2010, 04:48 PM
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As the first sailor to answer was speaking in favour of him, a small smile bloomed on Sol’s lips, remembering the battle Maurice was referring to. It was almost one year ago, while taking a French merchant ship which, unlike many others, was prepared to defend its cargo more seriously. Maurice had got cornered by two Frenchmen, swords in hands, and his cutlass was at disadvantage. Besides, the French fencing school was renowned in the whole world. Sol had managed to get rid of his opponents in time to help Maurice, and when he was wounded, he had taken care to bring him back aboard the “Sea Hound”, when somebody, he didn’t remember exactly who, suggested to leave him where he was, as he was dying anyway. Well, he didn’t, and, grace to Jean’s skills, Maurice recovered quickly. It seemed he couldn't forget.

“I think y'all should think 'bout who you'd rather trust wit yer life afore ya put yer vote in.”

Sol looked at them all – a serene, but determined gaze, full of fire and hopes for a successful mission now, and many more to come. He knew he was able and ready to meet their expectations of offering a good prey while keeping the ship as safe as possible, and that his men would obey him as long as he kept making sensible orders and brought them success. This was what pirates required from their captain.

However, Maurice’s next words shocked him:

“I'ma wondr'in how many 'o ya own som'thing that heavy ta young Teofilo o'er here.”

Therefore that was the real mystery of Teo’s behaviour! The old sailor had heard words circulating among the crew lately, about which Sol, preoccupied with the attempts to find the murderer, hadn’t been aware. So, the boatswain intended to make a bid for the captainship, and all the past accusations were hinting in this direction, not only to the already existing bad blood between them.

Sol couldn’t have anticipated this move from the Portuguese, simply because he knew well that Teo wouldn’t meet the sailing-related requirements. He was a skilled fighter, indeed, and his plans had also brought to the “Sea Hound”, in the past, storeroom full of loot. He was a good seaman and boatswain, but lacking in the sailing field. Actually this was why Sol couldn’t have envisaged other potential competitors than Josiah or Blade. The maps and the Caribbean’s treacherous sands, underwater ridges or the hurricanes blows would have overcome all the other men, putting the “Sea Hound” into danger.

If he was disciplined and he had thought, initially, that, if he didn’t get enough supporters to win the elections, he would accept without hard feelings the new captain elected by the council, trusting the council’s wisdom, now, that he was aware he was competing with a man who didn’t meet the requirements, unable to properly care for the ship’s and crew’s safety, his challenge-driven mind saw things differently. He couldn’t allow the “Sea Hound” under Teo’s command, and he couldn’t accept his orders either, so he was ready to fight, his own way, with the unexpected rival. But for this, he needed first to listen with the greatest attention what the other men had to say, and in whose favour.

His serene, confident smile didn’t leave his lips for one moment, so nobody could know that he was already aware of what some others intended.


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Blade Ashton
Posted: Jul 22 2010, 12:35 PM
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Brilliant shades of red, orange, pink and blue were filling up the sky, the blend of colors looking like someone took a massive paintbrush and just started painting away at the canvas. It was a brilliant display in Blade's mind, the sun was slowly turning that reddish orange color that was a shade no one could ever truly capture. It was peaceful watching as the sun slowly made it's decent past the horizon, well as peaceful as it could get since the Captain died.

It was hard to believe the old man was dead, murdered at least that everyone said. Blade didn't discover this until later, he was too busy taking a young woman's maidenhead and what a night it was. Thinking about it still brought a smile to his face but now wasn't the time for such musings. The Captain was dead and buried and a war was brewing as to who was going to assume command. Blade in all honesty didn't care, he just wanted the treasure. He was like any pirate, wanting the treasure and honestly didn't care who captianed the ship as long as he go it.

However there were two people offering their services, Sol and Teo. Blade couldn't say he knew much about Teo. They exchanged a few words here and there but other than that they kept to themselves. Blade wasn't an outgoing kind of guy so he didn't know much of any one on the ship. Sol however, well Blade liked to consider him a friend. They had many a good chats in the past few days and Blade found himself liking the man more and more. He was a great listener with even better insight and didn't press into Blade's personal life. Just the kind of friend Blade wanted, one who knew his boundaries.

From what Blade has observed of Sol, he seemed to be a man who could lead easily and lead with his mind and his heart. Most men led with one of the other but Sol could lead with both. He was an honest and fair man and in Blade's opinion would make a great Captain. Why not give the guy a chance? Sol wanted the treasure just as much as Blade did and he knew Sol would make sure they got it, no matter what. Snapping out of his musings Blade tuned back into the conversation. he didn't care who was talking his mind was made up.

"I agree with Maurice, Sol should be Captain. He will be fair and lead us to great wealth. I trust the man with my life and as many of you know that is saying quite a bit because I trust no one. I cast my vote to Sol for Captain." Nodding at his friend Blade eyed the rest of the group, waiting to see what they decided.
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Posted: Jul 22 2010, 08:55 PM
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Lucky was on the deck. He looked, as well as felt, awkward to just be standing there, doing nothing. Having seen Finn, the cook seemed a little confused as the man winked at him. Last he knew, that Finn was more interested in the plump fanny of franny than himself. That would be a nightmare if he ever accused Finn of such blasphemy. There had to be something else, surely, the man wasn't silently thanking him for the other day. Lucky wasn't out to defend him, he was more interested in saving his own hide for eavesdropping on a private conversation. Inviting himself to listen to whispers in a dark alley was just begging for problems. No. Thanking from Mr. Finn was something that was not going to happen. Was there a part of this captain's speech that Lucky had missed where Finn had been privy to? That seemed more the possibility.

So Lucky took a random place waiting to hear what Sol had to say. But it wasn't Sol who had spoken up, instead another sailor nominated the Firs'mate for Captainsy. Is this what they were called on deck for? To vote? He waited for Sol to speak as Teo had called them to listen, but no words came forth from the man. It was like he was listening. Lucky, too, was listening and while the conversation seemed to make sense, something just didn't feel right.

Sol had already received two votes from just the ones that dared to speak up, but who was the other that those two were voting against? No man can have a vote to one or the other, without there being an other to weigh the options against. It seemed very odd to the man.
"Well, iffen that's all we's called up here's to do, then by God, I's puttin' my name in the Firs'mate's hat, too. But who's been voted against whens I's do?" He finally asked feeling a lot like the new born babe, in the woods, drinking from the cow's milk. He looked about the faces staring back at him, unbeknownst to him he should all ready be in the know.
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Finn saw Lucky give him a doubtful look in response to his wink as if he was unsure as to his intentions. It made Finn grin even more while he enjoyed toying with the man's innocence.

He'd have some more fun messing with the cook's head later, but right now, Lucky's question about the other candidate in the vote provided Finn with the right line to step in.

"The one you've just voted against is Teofilo. And not all of us here would put their faith so blindly in Sol as you and Blade have just done." he stated grimly, shooting a meaningful look into the direction of the crewmembers he'd been talking to.

One of them took his hint, a weather-beaten sailor with a pockmarked face by the name of Marley.

"Damn righ' we won't. O'Sullivan was a true dog of a pirate who didn't stop at anythin' ta get us our loot, feared like the devil 'imself for 'is ruthlessness and cunnin'. Sol's jus' a wuss who'll balk at anythin' that doesn't fit 'is noble ideas of honor. Look at 'im standin' there, not even speakin' up for 'imself! What, does he expect us to simply make 'im captain without an effort? I'll put me money with Teofilo, he better fits into the ol' capt'n shoes, if'n ye ask me."

The men around him made approving noises, indicating that they would follow his example. Finn, however, said nothing more that would have indicated where his loyalties lay. He was biding his time for the right moment.
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Teofilo had listened carefully to what Maurice and Blade had said, and to what Sol hadn't said. Then as planned, Finn spoke up, ostensibly in reply to the cook's naive question. But his new co-conspirator stopped short of an endorsement. The briefest of frowns creased Teofilo's brow, but he saw the look which Finn threw at Marley. Teofilo relaxed again as Marley made his pitch. Alright, Finn did know his business.

As Marley finished up with a firm endorsement for Teofilo, the bosun's eyes took in the looks of the crew, now directed towards Sol. Marley had definitely called the First Mate out, a challenge to speak. Well, let's see what Sol had to say for his miserable self.

His gaze switching to his opponent, Teofilo was intrigued to see there a new look of . . . disquietude? Sol was not happy about something.
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Sol was far from being naďve. Once the cards on the table about Teo’s intentions, he expected that the boatswain had some men around him, however Fingal’s attitude had startled him a bit. Not so much Marley’s intervention, because this man was a ravenous trouble-maker and a lousy sailor, kept in the crew for his fighting skills. Sol had several runs-in with him for neglecting his duties.

It was the time to address all his points, with the same confident smile on his lips:

“All of you – except the few newcomers – know me for a while, so my past deeds are speaking for myself. I have brought you loot in the past too, and the <golden galleon> we are after this time is the biggest hit we can make. It depends on my planning skills, my sailing skills and your courage, your fighting skills to succeed. Do you want the rich silver load of <Madre de Dios>? We are heading to that treacherous labyrinth of islets, rocks and coral reefs called Bahamas; but you know my sailing skills and how many times I kept <Sea Hound> safe in storms and in such dangerous waters. You have also seen me often leading the attack when boarding the ships, never showing cowardice, and the result of my piercing blades is widely known. You also know I do care for my crewmates. How many of you I helped in fight, or I brought back, risking my own life, when somebody wanted to leave you there, considering you bound to die anyway? So yes, I meet all the requirements for being the new captain, and I will act only in the best interest of the crew.”

The fact that Teo was the one to compete against him kept upsetting him, however he didn’t show it and he deliberately didn’t mention yet a word about his rival. There will be time for this, now it was important only to demonstrate with concrete facts that he met the conditions – and he had just done it.

“I’ve been always fair, not feared, because fear is not good among pirates. We have joined the brotherhood because we don’t want a tyrannical captain like the Navy and some merchant ships have. So respect and fairness should be more important than fear. And what’s wrong with keeping to our honour, Marley? This is what remains to a man, when losing everything else… or when having gained the world’s riches alike. We are gentlemen of fortune, not despised common thieves!”

Frank had told him first this expression for pirates, "gentlemen of fortune," while still in Charleston prison and planning their escape. He had liked it a lot, and he was using it rather often, as this was the way he saw their trade.

Sol had stated his point, keeping calmer than usually. He looked again, boldly and somehow defiantly, at all the men around, trying to read in their eyes the effect of his long speech which had likely covered all the crew’s concerns.


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Posted: Jul 24 2010, 03:22 PM
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Teofilo put his hands together and clapped very slowly five times as Sol concluded.

With sarcasm dripping from every word, he called out, “Truly, a gentlemanly speech, from a true gentleman

He pushed away from the gunwale, and took a few steps towards the middle of the deck. With a grand gesture, he swept his arm, indicating the crew which was gathered around, watching intently. “And I know meus amigos, that is what you want for a captain. A gentleman.” He turned with a sneer on his face to the Spaniard. “Perhaps I speak only for myself, Sol, but I joined the Hound because Eamon O’Sullivan had a reputation – fearless, cunning, ruthless. Of course he was fair, otherwise he’d have had his throat cut and his crew mutinied. But I don’t recall him sitting on his ass taking tea with the governor.”

Teo turned to the sailors. “Is that what you are? Gentlemen of fortune? I say we are pirates! We live outside the law, because we have no use for the law. We take what we want. We don’t wait for anyone’s permission. Sol claims he has sailing skills? Let him serve as Master! Your captain must be a man of mettle! Fearless! Cunning! Ruthless! A man unafraid to take chances. Unafraid to take what he wants – what you want! Sol claims he is a man of vision – of planning? Then let him say, right here, right now, what his brilliant plan is! How do we even know what chance we have of taking this rich prize he promises. Let him speak!”

Teofil looked once more at Sol. Yes, my friend. Speak!

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Sol expected a sarcastic reaction from Teofilo, and it didn’t delay in coming, with the mock applauses and sneering words:

“Truly, a gentlemanly speech, from a true gentleman. And I know, meus amigos, that is what you want for a captain. A gentleman. Perhaps I speak only for myself, Sol, but I joined the Hound because Eamon O’Sullivan had a reputation – fearless, cunning, ruthless. Of course he was fair, otherwise he’d have had his throat cut and his crew mutinied. But I don’t recall him sitting on his ass taking tea with the governor.”

Now, it didn’t matter if Sol had totally other reasons to join the “Sea Hound” – such as the late captain’s mistake of confounding “Merciless” with a fully loaded smugglers’ ship. It was in the remote past. He had been here for three years, his destiny one with the “Sea Hound” ’s, and he had proved everybody, in several occasions, that he was fearless and cunning, but not ruthless.

“Neither any of you can recall me sitting idle when it was something to be done,” he answered curtly. “And even less kissing any governor’s ass! OK, I might not be at our late captain’s level of seamanship, because I don’t have yet as many years of experience as he had. Still, I have almost ten years at sea too, and I wasn’t spending my free time aboard dicing or playing cards, but learning everything I could from the skilled masters and quartermasters, on all the three ships I had served. Before joining the <Sea Hound> I strived and succeeded to learn reading in English only in order to learn from the navigation books they had, compensating so the partially lacking experience. The same books the Navy is using, so we can figure out how are they thinking to hunt us too.”

Teofilo asked the sailors, with theatrical gestures:

“Is that what you are? Gentlemen of fortune? I say we are pirates! We live outside the law, because we have no use for the law. We take what we want. We don’t wait for anyone’s permission. Sol claims he has sailing skills? Let him serve as Master! Your captain must be a man of mettle! Fearless! Cunning! Ruthless! A man unafraid to take chances. Unafraid to take what he wants – what you want! Sol claims he is a man of vision – of planning? Then let him say, right here, right now, what his brilliant plan is! How do we even know what chance we have of taking this rich prize he promises. Let him speak!”

So Teo the Portuguese, irrespective how many years he had spent in the Caribbean, hadn’t heard about the famous “gentlemen of fortune”, the pirates of Black Bart and his allies, and he was mocking in vain a renowned name. Of course all the pirates in the area wanted to be like them, rich and famous for the successful plunders.

Before anybody else could answer, Sol took the challenge, an ironic smile on his lips, with an apparent calm which some others might have considered totally uncharacteristic for him, if they hadn’t seen him in fight. Because once he drew out the machete or his precious sword, the impulsivity which had likely got him into the fight vanished, being replaced by a calculated composure which allowed him to anticipate the adversary’s moves. This time, it meant not taking Teo’s bait.

“Yes, we are pirates, and the ones before us were proudly calling themselves gentlemen of fortune and brethren of the coast, bringing their names to history and ballads, and who is ashamed to be called one, doesn’t deserve to be among us! Because so will be our names after we take the <golden galleon>, too. We are living outside the law, but we have our own laws to obey, the articles, drawn by us for ourselves, not imposed by any king or governor. Yes, we take what we want, without waiting for anyone’s permission. This is what we have been doing for a while, however always with a good plan. I agree with Teo that your captain must be a man of courage, fearless and cunning, unafraid to take chances and to bring you what you all want – a good prey. Have you ever seen me backing off? Showing anything less than courage, in fight and in planning our hits? But a captain should also be capable of commanding and navigating a ship, taking care of its integrity and of the crew, and also capable of chasing and capturing a vessel while inflicting the least amount of damage to her and her cargo. This involves the captain’s abilities, more than the master’s, because the captain is ultimately giving the orders, and the ship safety is his responsibility first of all. I can do this, and all of you know it, while if entrusted in our boatswain’s hands when chasing the galleon in the Bahamas labyrinth, poor <Sea Hound> would end smashed by the rocks and reefs. So much for his sailing skills!” he ended on the same sneering tone Teo had used before at his expense.

Sol took a deep breath, then he continued calmly, looking directly to the crew, not to the one who had challenged him:

“As concerns our hunt for the golden galleon, it had been approved by the Council last week. What you all had learnt then seemed good enough, because it was endorsed by the late captain, by the quartermaster and the master gunner. Josiah and Diego know some further details than you all, but allow me not to tell more while we are ashore. Nobody can wager about his berth mate that he won’t get drunk and spill the beans to an interested ear, cunning enough to want to take our prey.”

This was a legitimate concern for any captain, and a reason good enough for everybody to accept learning later the details of the plan. Sol had other motives not to tell too, but not of the type to be openly admitted.


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Lucky Freeman
Posted: Jul 25 2010, 12:56 AM
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Lucky had made his vote, but he wasn't as innocent a man as Teo would think he was. He purposfuly asked that question to see who stood against Sol. Lucky owed no one more than Sol, Sol had seen to it he was hired. Lucky had nowhere else to go but up, he was at rock bottom and if a paying job on a pirate ship atleast placed him one step higher than he was before, so be it. Teo had done nothing for him to owe him his vote and neither was he going to get it by insulting his benefactor. Lucky had asked who the other in question for the Captainhood was to draw him out and trap him into an admission.

And now Sol and Teo had been nominated by their respected comrades. But only Sol had accepted. Teo had yet to answer aloud.
"The unrighteous runs away when no's man chases 'em, But the righteous are as tall and proud like a lion. Dares ya's not to corners a big ol' cat, they's got claws and a hell of a fat back pairs of leg. Has yous a mane?" He looked straight to Teo.
"I hears ya' pointed out and such, but shouldn's a man says thanken to his agreer? I's no heared a one of you ac'eptin' you's confidency vote. The Firs'mate done and saids he would be the cap'n, all I hear's from yous is'en the pitiful, 'woe's is me'." He wasn't aiming to have all the knives pulled out on the poor unlucky soul that was Lucky. But his luck was changing recently, maybe today all the hard criminal element in the ranks would be slower to crack on his nerve. Lucky was only one step above the fire pits of hell, so it wasn't that far of a fall for him if he stumbled somewhere along the way.

"I's done be new, but the Cap'n did ago and aheads make sure I's a-hired. I's done be belivin' I wouldn's be standin' here iffen he would a gone ahead and asaid 'no', yea? What's yous got that'll be makin' me wanna' go a-changin' my vote? All I done hears is the cries of the younges' chit when the older gets some praisin'." Lucky looked to Teo, the fallen angel of jealousy. And if no one interrupted his 'go on it', he'd turn to the pocked mark Marley, the man perhaps blessed by satan himself in exchange for something worthwild in the here and now variety and not in the long haul precious moments of life before sharing the final question with both marley and Teo.
"What be your lion made of...sir." Lucky made sure to offer a bit of respect after tossing a few back handed insults in as a comparison to a spoiled child. He had just asked Teo rather directly as to his line of Capatinhood.

What was his lion made of in deed, was he a fair man, that wouldn't cut the throats of any that voted for Sol tomorrow night? Would he sell the unfavorables into slavery to make a few dollars of men no one wanted around? Or would he explain himself with a few good examples of how he would make a good captain, would he even accept being nominated by old ugly Marley? What was important right now, was one- setting aside the stupid bickering as a child, two- hearing what kind of man Teo was...although Lucky could probably all ready guess, and three- wretching it out if he even really wanted to be captain, or if he was just trying to make sure Sol wouldn't be it. It also probably helped to divert the attention off Sol and onto the new comer who was pointing the attention right back at Teo.
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Teofilo da Feira
Posted: Jul 27 2010, 05:15 AM
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Teofilo waited while the new cook rattled on. When the man was finished, he spoke up.

"You mistake me, my friends. I have no desire to be elected to captain the Hound. If there are those who thought otherwise, well, it's not my doing. I only thought to point out to each of you to think carefully of your selection. I only say, be careful of what you wish for."

He stepped back, content that the outcome of the election would be as planned.
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