"Arrrrrr!"

It' our bloody pirate cry, and Oi's yellin' it too, as the shot speeds over our bow from thereabouts o' Brunne Isle. Somewhat be waitin' f'r us, an' we not e'en loaded down w' stash yet. Someone jest bored, or got somes other poipose.

Mebbe dey jest wantsta parley eh?

Oi looks o'er a' Dan'l, and at Bones; or down at 'em, rather. Oi'm up in th' riggin'.

"HANDS TO DECK, NO SURRENDER!" shouts me Cap't.

Another shot rings o'er, trashin' up some of the for'sail riggin' and rippin' a nice wrent inta d' cloth. Oi ain't no seamstress, oi be tellin' ya, let's no be target!

So, we's commence firin', like, and shootin'. We's got our ship turned, and two cannon ready, and our pirate colors up.

"Heard tell," said Bones, carefully, but loudly, "That the Port was considerin' payin' pirates to turn on pirates, to 'clean' us up and out o' here."

"That be for later," said Mort, who ran on back to yellin' orders left an' roight. Oi coulds see th' other ship now, sittin' thar in th' haze, and it tweren't flyin' no colors. It had cannon, too, trained our way.

Mort yelled. "Move it out."

We were gonna make a run f'r it. We were light in th' water, w' no cargo t' speak of other than ourselfs. This meant no return cannon fire from us, otha' than the one ball o shardy nails we done sent off.

Saw Dan'l, he'd done gotten a musket t' fire.

ARRRRARRRRRGHHH!