I was headed for Barbados to do some investigating (as in plundering) the abbey in Bridgetown, when I rummaged around in the chest in the Puerto Rico tavern guest room. And whoops! dead albatross.
Fortunately I got a hint about finding a famous naturalist and hand the albatross over to him. But first I have to find him. Apparently he lives in one of the English colonies, so I decided to search my way through all of them.
After a stop at Jamaice I set out for Cayman, where I had a tryst with a buried treasure (and everybody else trying to lay claim on it before me).
Damn right, that bird brings bad luck! Well, I did find the treasure (and a nice one as well). But then I went to aquire myself a letter of marque from the governor of Cayman and instead got a job searching for Elisabeth Shaw. A rather big deal when all I wanted, was the ability to enter the facilities on Antigua rather than the prison. In a depressed mood I went to the tavern to gamble my sorrows away - just to chat up Peter Blood and get talked into saving his crew sentenced to hanging in Havana.
I could do that, I thought, Cuba was just a stop before Eleuthera. And I did manage to save Peter Blood's crew and find his first mate Emilio - barely. It appears, Spanish soldiers can smell Peter Blood from miles away - or else it was the carcass of the albatross. Aside from the soldiers espected to patrol the outskirts around Havana, when a whole pirate crew is about to be hanged, every bit of jungle between Bahia de San Antonio and Havana was crawling with Spanish soldiers.
Two ambushes, a group of grumpy locals and a patrol later the only ones left of the party headed for Havana were Peter and me, and that man is way too friendly and left me to do all the fighting with people not directly involved in the execution of his crew.
Yes, way too friendly. Peter and Emilio now follow me everywhere - even into the guest rooms in the taverns, and that's a place, where a woman wants her privacy. But I'm not going back to Jamaica, before I have visited all the other English colonies first. I'm certain Peter will talk me into doing something about his ship, when we arrive there.
On Eleuthera was where the treasure found on Cayman added to my misfortune. Rather than share my idea about buying ourselves some nicer ships, the crew wanted to sign articles and threatened mutiny. While my own crew aboard "Sirius" turned more tolerant, once I shared my private fortune with them, the officers in command of my other ship "Aldebaran" where unable to keep the crew in a good mood. I even encouraged them to share some more of the rum!
Because I'm still the brain of this operation, my decision about saving the money for buying better ships stand. So I'd have to hide it from the crew. Rather that leave all that nice gold somewhere in a place, where another entreprising soul armed with a spade could get his or her greedy hands on it, I decided to be modern and place it with a loan shark. I just hope, he doesn't hide it somewhere, someone with an pickaxe or spade can get to it.
And still the albatross continues to bring me bad luck. My next desitination was Nevis with a stop at Turks to trade the medicine from Eleuthera to new goods. But either Peter or Emilio said something wrong to the shopkeeper at Turks, or that dead bird has really begun to smell, because the man refused to trade with me. The smith was less sensitive - or perhaps all that hammering and smoke from the forge has robbed her of both hearing and sense of smell. She only uttered a sigh and repaired my sword, which after the meeting with all those Spanish soldiers was in dire need of it.
I decided a bit of good luck was in order and stopped a La Tortue to pick up Joshamee Gibbs and his compass. At least he knows, where he's welcome and stays on "Sirius" rather than follow me everywhere. And he and his compass may direct me to the best shipwright and tailor in the Caribbean - I wonder, if he uses wood for both lines of products?
The naturalist was not to be found on Nevis either. Considering my luck so far, I'm about to take a chance by stopping at Antigua, but I did manage to get a letter of marque, and I hope a few bottles of rum will make anyone in my company unable to form words or smell anything, so I can do my trading and enquiring in peace.
Fortunately I got a hint about finding a famous naturalist and hand the albatross over to him. But first I have to find him. Apparently he lives in one of the English colonies, so I decided to search my way through all of them.
After a stop at Jamaice I set out for Cayman, where I had a tryst with a buried treasure (and everybody else trying to lay claim on it before me).
Damn right, that bird brings bad luck! Well, I did find the treasure (and a nice one as well). But then I went to aquire myself a letter of marque from the governor of Cayman and instead got a job searching for Elisabeth Shaw. A rather big deal when all I wanted, was the ability to enter the facilities on Antigua rather than the prison. In a depressed mood I went to the tavern to gamble my sorrows away - just to chat up Peter Blood and get talked into saving his crew sentenced to hanging in Havana.
I could do that, I thought, Cuba was just a stop before Eleuthera. And I did manage to save Peter Blood's crew and find his first mate Emilio - barely. It appears, Spanish soldiers can smell Peter Blood from miles away - or else it was the carcass of the albatross. Aside from the soldiers espected to patrol the outskirts around Havana, when a whole pirate crew is about to be hanged, every bit of jungle between Bahia de San Antonio and Havana was crawling with Spanish soldiers.
Two ambushes, a group of grumpy locals and a patrol later the only ones left of the party headed for Havana were Peter and me, and that man is way too friendly and left me to do all the fighting with people not directly involved in the execution of his crew.
Yes, way too friendly. Peter and Emilio now follow me everywhere - even into the guest rooms in the taverns, and that's a place, where a woman wants her privacy. But I'm not going back to Jamaica, before I have visited all the other English colonies first. I'm certain Peter will talk me into doing something about his ship, when we arrive there.
On Eleuthera was where the treasure found on Cayman added to my misfortune. Rather than share my idea about buying ourselves some nicer ships, the crew wanted to sign articles and threatened mutiny. While my own crew aboard "Sirius" turned more tolerant, once I shared my private fortune with them, the officers in command of my other ship "Aldebaran" where unable to keep the crew in a good mood. I even encouraged them to share some more of the rum!
Because I'm still the brain of this operation, my decision about saving the money for buying better ships stand. So I'd have to hide it from the crew. Rather that leave all that nice gold somewhere in a place, where another entreprising soul armed with a spade could get his or her greedy hands on it, I decided to be modern and place it with a loan shark. I just hope, he doesn't hide it somewhere, someone with an pickaxe or spade can get to it.
And still the albatross continues to bring me bad luck. My next desitination was Nevis with a stop at Turks to trade the medicine from Eleuthera to new goods. But either Peter or Emilio said something wrong to the shopkeeper at Turks, or that dead bird has really begun to smell, because the man refused to trade with me. The smith was less sensitive - or perhaps all that hammering and smoke from the forge has robbed her of both hearing and sense of smell. She only uttered a sigh and repaired my sword, which after the meeting with all those Spanish soldiers was in dire need of it.
I decided a bit of good luck was in order and stopped a La Tortue to pick up Joshamee Gibbs and his compass. At least he knows, where he's welcome and stays on "Sirius" rather than follow me everywhere. And he and his compass may direct me to the best shipwright and tailor in the Caribbean - I wonder, if he uses wood for both lines of products?
The naturalist was not to be found on Nevis either. Considering my luck so far, I'm about to take a chance by stopping at Antigua, but I did manage to get a letter of marque, and I hope a few bottles of rum will make anyone in my company unable to form words or smell anything, so I can do my trading and enquiring in peace.
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