Snippet #832009

"Lads! Fan out, find someplace to duck out until this nonsense dies down." Bonny ordered, pointing here and there to scatter her men. "I'll stay with the ship, to keep track of the damage accounted for." She accended the gangplank again, prepared to go down with her vellil. Suddenly, thirty hands grabbed at her shoulders and drug her back.

"Capin'", Hennesey piped up. "I know the ol' sayin', but with all respect, ye don't have to actually go down with the ship." The other men agreed, most of them were already figuring places to go when the docks collapsed, taking a few of them under. They swam to the shore and tried to pulled themselves up. Bonny dangled over the side, her skirts fluttering in the breeze, and the troope of men holding her by the shoulders. They hoisted her up as she looked sorrowfully at the ship.

Andrea pulled her off to the side a moment. He'd been Shanks' first mate for almost fifteen years, and he knew exactly what she was thinking. "Ma'am, if ye don't mind. I think he'd rather ye live than stay in that ol' tub and drown. If ye don't mind my sayin' so of course."

"No, no... I suppose your right. But it's the last of him. if it goes to the bottom of the sea, I don't know what'll happen." she admitted quietly.

"We'll steal another." Andrea replied, "We're scalliwags, that's what we were born to do."

"True." Befoer she could finish her thought, another cannonball rushed by and she dispersed her crew, passing one last glance at La Port Rouge, and asked the skies to spare her love's ship.