[align=center]The crew seconded on SWALLOW[/align]
After having chased the damn Swallow for a while and swapping broadsides, the privateers of the Fates Hand had won, taking over the pirate brig. It was a fine prize, which would bring them a lot of money in the Admiralty court, the privateer masters mate was thinking.
He had been put in charge for sailing the prize to Nassau, and he had been given only fifteen sailors in order to do it. He had argued with Black without any success for more people. Yes, the brig was smaller than the snow, and if it wasnt for fighting, this number of men could manage with the rigging and with the helm, but nothing more. And even so it was tiresome as hell. This man ought to be a slave driver rather than a first mate, he thought angrily. Since Captain Ashton got ill, the crew had been overworked more and more.
Now he was staying at helm, because the helmsman was too tired to perform properly. Not that he would have really minded doing it, he liked it and he didnt consider it below him only because he was the masters mate.
A man from the rigging shouted at him that the snow was signaling them to come back. Of course that the brig had taken advance, it was better rigged and with a better shaped hull. It had been fully understood that they would meet again only in Nassau, but something seemed to have happened onboard that required somebodys presence
whom? Nobody of importance had been seconded to sail the brig.
The man mumbled something, as, instead of giving commands, he was the one to order and execute them as well. And turning the ship against the wind for Mr. Blacks whim was nothing he liked at all, but he still complied with it.
The distance between the two ships diminished at a snail's pace. Navigating against the wind was the slowest thing possible, and this was exactly the situation the Swallow was into.
When the brig got close enough to the snow, the crewmen had the surprise to see the snows sails got adjusted, some sails full of drive and some laid aback, so the ship stopped while waiting for the other to catch up. And, for everybodys dismay, the topgallant yard was a-cock-bill, a position meaning that somebody had died and a burial was upcoming.
What could have happened aboard the Fates Hand? Everybody looked forward for the two ship to get close one to the other.
[align=center]This post has been written by ELENA[/align]
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