Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas


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Safari looks about. "Well, there's a camp over there ..." He points in the direction of the abandoned camp. Maybe we can set sail to there are then head for ... Yuma ... if we're feeling adventurous?"
 

Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 11/14 Luck 1d2;
Equipment: 2 portions of rum; 4 portions of water


“Aye. Pirates, eh? Could be there’ll be a boat we can pilfer if’n we’re lucky. Oooohh, an we’ll be lucky, I reckon.

He tapped his chest pocket,

“ Ain’t that right darlings. “

He seemed to be speaking to whatever was in his breast pocket.

“Let’s head over and make camp lest we get caught in the dark”


((So there’s an empty camp on this island and harbour on another island? And some smoke trailing up from somewhere else? A map would be handy because I’m a bit lost

Edit. I like the plan of resting at the camp))
 

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As the scouting party returns and describes the local geography, Burn Tokwith sketches a map in the sand with a scrap of wood.

"Perhaps there's something worth a penny or three at the old camp. Maybe we should investigate that, shipmates? Our fine pleasure boat is nearly ready for her maiden sail."

He eyes the smoke coming from Port Nelson with suspicion. Pirates! he thinks to himself. Murderers and scoundrels, the lot, completely unfit to associate with honest businessmen like himself.

Tokwith straightens his rags and adjusts the frayed rope he uses as a belt.
 






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