So there we were. Back to a two-man sloop. Nucklsoup and I loaded our barrels and set sail with one merchant voyage on the Captains table. Find two (red-speckled) chickens.
The quest for the poultry started off easy enough, we chose an island and set sail. We arrived at the island, however, no chickens, only pigs and one lone crate. So we then set sail again for another island, this time, with three aboard our sloop. Nucklsoup, myself and a pig that did an impressive sheep impersonation.
This time though, another sloop appeared on the horizon, shall we engage? The answer was quickly determined as a cannon ball came soaring across our deck. We made adjustments, aimed our cannons and sent our balls of iron straight at their hull. The battle continued as each of us circled one another, tearing massive holes inside each others ships.
I run down to check the damage and bail water only to find our beloved Mr. Porkins had been killed by the enemy pirates. It was on.
We were relentless in our pursuit of the enemy. We soon realized they were low on ammunition as they announced "well played" from their deck. It didn't matter. We were out for blood. As they ran we followed. Nucklsoup manned the guns, I manned the helm.
We soon cornered them at an island. They were desperate. The pirates soon boarded us, both meeting an untimely death and a visit to the Ferry of the Damned as they climbed aboard only to find a bullet ready for them as they climbed our ladder.
With both gone, I jumped into the sea, boarded their ship and found one chest. With the chest now in my possession, I narrowly escaped after running into the opposition, back from their visit on the ferry.
My companion sank their ship as I swam back with our loot and revenge.
The next hour and a half went by slowly and quietly as we continued our search for the chickens. Alas, we found the little cluckers just before midnight and made it priority to get them to their destined port.
As we arrive, we find a galleon sitting at the docks. Can we be THIS unlucky? We decide to take a wide berth around the galleon, keeping it and the island between us. Wait....there's a pirate on the dock here. He waves. Mercer of Rivia was greeting us as we came in. We waved back, acknowledging him.
Let's give this a shot, we decided, and grabbed our chickens and made our way to the merchant. Mercer of Rivia pulls out his hurdy-gurdy and plays a swell shanty as we make land. Hes friendly. Our loot/merchandise is sold and we spend the next few minutes playing our favorite shanties with a pirate who's comrades had retired for the night in the local tavern.
Our new friend waved goodbye after our last note had rang through the air, he disappeared and the night had become a success.
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