Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas

[TaranTheWanderer]

When they get close, Desiree grabs a rope and jumps onto the dock to tie off their boat.

Things he needs:

• Booze
• Food
• Booze
• A crutch for Knives
• Money

He looks to the first person he sees. Hey there, Taffer, where might I find a place to eat a hot meal and a drink to warm my belly.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Dock" is a strong word. The jetty here looks like it was started with good intentions, but everyone's enthusiasm ran out about halfway through. Port Nelson isn't a camp of castaways, but it's pretty close.

Still, the raft can be secured, and the survivors of the Tarantula are able to make their way ashore.

An old woman is preparing the long boat for an apparent fishing trip, loading up carefully repaired fishing nets and a basket full of food and water for her voyage. Seeing the bedraggled castaways getting off the raft, she squints at everyone suspiciously.

"What happened to you lot?"

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

"Undead, ghost pirates sunk our ship. How's your day been?"

 

[payn]

Bedlam inquires about getting some spirits for the party, "Você sabe onde podemos conseguir um pouco de rum?"

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Undead, ghost pirates sunk our ship. How's your day been?"

The woman grunts and nods.

"Happens."

Bedlam inquires about getting some spirits for the party, "Você sabe onde podemos conseguir um pouco de rum?"

She points at the shack nearest the beach, where the smell of cooking crab is wafting out to sea.

"Joona tiene ron y comida."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Only the old woman getting ready to go fish seems to be interested in actually working this morning.

For the rest of the residents of Port Nelson, the arrival of the castaways is a welcome distraction from their busy schedules of laying around drunk and cheating at games of chance.

"I'm getting something to eat and then getting very drunk," Knives announces, arm around Scaggs' shoulder.

A greasy-haired old pirate, already stinking of alcohol and vomit, sidles up to the castaways as they disembark.

"You seem like men who get things done. If you're looking to make a score, I know of an easy one nearby."

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Only the old woman getting ready to go fish seems to be interested in actually working this morning.

For the rest of the residents of Port Nelson, the arrival of the castaways is a welcome distraction from their busy schedules of laying around drunk and cheating at games of chance.

"I'm getting something to eat and then getting very drunk," Knives announces, arm around Scaggs' shoulder.

A greasy-haired old pirate, already stinking of alcohol and vomit, sidles up to the castaways as they disembark.

"You seem like men who get things done. If you're looking to make a score, I know of an easy one nearby."

"I like scores. Who's the mark?"

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"I like scores. Who's the mark?"

The old pirate stokes his grimy beard with one hand and raises a finger on the other hand, pausing the conversation before disclosing the information.

"I'll want a double share of the treasure, mind."

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

“Seems a pretty steep price for a fixer. Unless you are taking some risk, 10%

((Sorry, misread your post. I thought he was saying 50% for some reason. ))

“Yeah, yeah, seems fair. Sure, sure. I’m a man of my word.”

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

“Seems a pretty steep price for a fixer. Unless you are taking some risk, 10%

((Sorry, misread your post. I thought he was saying 50% for some reason. ))

“Yeah, yeah, seems fair. Sure, sure. I’m a man of my word.”

He cackles.

"I hope so. It's a small Caribbean and even a smaller island."

He leans in conspiratorially. His breath is terrible.

"This town is named after Commander Nelson or, more proper, a ship bearing his name. It went down not too far from here, taking its cargo to the bottom. But a crew with strong backs and strong lungs can bring the treasure back to the surface and have treasure enough to change their fortunes. It seems both of us are down on our luck at the moment."