Pirate Borg: Buried in the Bahamas


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"I vote for setting course for the port, to get our bearings and stock up on rum!" Safari exclaims. He looks much more tired that he sounds, and small cuts and bruises cover his body. He tenderly pulls out Philip, his pet monkey, from his satchel. The monkey seems unfazed and chitters happily as the scampers about on this master's shoulders.

"Maybe we can find a boat in port?"
 
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The raft tacks west around the coast of Rum Cay.

Those aboard are able to get a closer look at the dark sea caves as they pass. The surfaces of the cave glitter with dried salt, which sets off the brown bodies of the bats that swirl around the entrance, even during the day. And the caves seem to go deeper into the island, although its depths can't be seen from the water.

As the raft rounds the western horn, a shipwreck of a cargo freighter is visible through the clear blue water, five fathoms deep. Reef sharks circle the wreck. The ship appears to be largely intact, although several barrels have spilled out of a hole in its side, which looks like it was torn open by the reef, judging by the damage to the coral.

And then the raft is heading along the island's southern coast, with forests approaching almost to the water line. Only a narrow line of sand separates the forest from the ocean until it suddenly widens into a larger beach dotted with palm frond huts, driftwood shacks, a makeshift jetty and dozens of tents and tarps. An old longboat and a newer tartane are tied up at the jetty.

"Aye, there she is, Port Nelson, by thunder," Scaggs rumbles happily.

Several campfires are going in front of the huts and there's the smell of cooking crab meat from a hut near the waterline, where several residents can be seen drinking and lounging in the shadows.
 
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Desiree "The Leperchaun" Groves
HP: 16/18 Luck 1/2 (1d2);
Equipment: 2 portions of rum; 4 portions of water
Stats
Str: 1 Ag: 0 Pres: 0
Tough: 3 Spirit: -2



Desiree makes a note of the wreck. He will need to pick up some chum to distract the sharks so they can salvage the barrels.

People seem pretty relaxed. He also notes some of the boats, trying to size up one that might work as a future ship for Captain Desiree “Leperchaun” Groves.
 

((Tartanes are small ships often used for fishing, trading, and “rum running." Triangular sails and rigging make them very nimble. Minimum crew of three, can hold up to nine people.))

((Longboats are often used to ferry crew from larger ships to land. Some have small, collapsible sails. Often used for fishing. Minimum crew of two, can hold up to 10 people.))
 


The raft, rocked by the waves, washes closer to Port Nelson. Knives' belly audibly rumbles in response to the smell of something being cooked out front of the shack nearest to the water.
 

Safari tries to paddle the raft the last stretch to the jetty, waving reassuringly at anyone showing the least bit interest in their arrval.
 


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