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by Skallagrim on Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:43 am
The remaining crew of the Fledgling slept a cold and silent night. Many of their companions these last few months left on a far shore, buried never to be mourned except for those aboard the Fledgling. The word had been passed that they would leave at dawn.
The Portuguese crew left on shore to fend for themselves. Amid the curses and threats, Habbo stood, an evil glare in his eye as he watched silently the Fledging sail away.
And so they did, the Fledgling sailed through the black tunnel, the rising orange glow behind them, just as the ship entered the tunnel, the charm James had obtain came into play. Behind the Fledging the charm atop the pyramid collected the rising sun’s light and reflected it as a shining orange beam through the tunnel, forcing the little creatures to hide in their holes as the ship bathed in sunlight sailed silently through and into the open seas.
For three long weeks the Fledgling sailed, the remain crew growing closer as they knew they would be entering port soon, rich beyond any wealth a pirate dared dream. The Fledgling sailed into Port Royal, it was forced too, they were out of fresh water and more importantly rum. Docked were two massive ships of the lines, and several frigates. Clearly the Royal Navy was in port. As the Fledgling eased towards a berth, fifty or so royal marines began mobilizing, and moving towards the Fledgling.
James eyed the troops that lined the dock standing at attention as the Fledgling made port. Licking his lips he watched slowly as the officer in the powdered wig made his way along the gangplank, followed by a dozen soldiers.
As they stepped aboard the Fledgling, the officer saluted the Captain, “I have a warrant for the arrest of James Thomas McLeod. The rest of this crew are pardoned and will be granted amnesty.” The man’s voice echoed across the deck, the words settled upon the crew as a huge weight.
Smiling at the crew, the tall officer peered at the faces before him. Waiting a moment he said aloud, “James…I know you are here somewhere. I suggest you come forward or this fine ship and crew shall be hung as pirates.” The man walked to the rail and looked down the lines of the Fledging, his eyes traced the gunwales and rigging. The ship was indeed handled well, and with care.
Turning the man walked towards the Captain again, “I know what this ship must mean to you, and I know that you prize her…I suggest you hand him over or I shall be forced to arrest you all.”
The dozens of men knew that a fight might erupt at any moment, the men on the dock were prepared to charge the ship, those aboard already were prepared to hold the gangplank so the others had access to the deck.
Sighing, the man removed his bicorn and pursed his lips, “James…if you do anything decent in your life, surrender so your mates may live.”
James, who had kept his head lowered, worried his lower lip a minute. Grimacing he stepped forward, “Fine…Abercrombie I want your word me mates are free of your grasp…as a gentleman.”
The man named Abercrombie whirled and zeroed in on the pirate, his voice boomed as a huge smiled crossed his lips, “Ah James…how father would enjoy this sight. His sons standing here, come embrace me little brother.” Abercrombie said as he strode forward and placed his arms around his brother. After a moment several soldiers stepped forward and placed leg irons and wrist irons on James.
James shook his head as he turned to the crew, his eyes filling with tears. He looked at Richelle last, his heart breaking as they marched him off the ship. A brief grin flashed across his lips as he mouthed to her, “I’ll find you.”
As James set foot on the dock, he started singing, his baritone voice carrying over the dock, carried by the winds, fluttering and wafting high over the port that bustled with life.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life fer me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.”
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