Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas


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Bautista stares at the woman for a moment and says, “Não é para comer.”
"Not yet, anyway," the old woman cackles.

Her name turns out to be Esperanza. She guides her longboat -- the Driftwood -- back down the coast to the wreck of the HMS Commander, which the old drunk, who only gives his name as "Bottlesmith," is excited to see.

"Treasure!" he whispers excitedly.

Looking down through crystal blue waters of the Caribbean, the wreck appears to be about 30 down. There are barrels visible in and around the wreck. A large hole in the side of the freighter would allow a diver to explore for more cargo inside the ship's dark interior.

A handful of reef sharks glide in and around the ship.
 



Desiree nods and starts hauling up a trap.

"We just need a few to lure sumathose biters away from the wreck. Then it'll be easy pickin's and shark soup for dinner tonight!"
 

A quick check of Esperanza's crab traps pulls up several with crabs inside. She sniffs that they're not good enough for eating, but they should be fine for tempting a hungry shark.
 

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