Realistic Pirate CYOA

"Who?-Wha? You know it's not kindly to sneak up on a man like that."

A red faced, half-dressed girl is staring bullet holes into you.

"A man does not handle a girl as you do. Not without a few whiskeys in her first!"

A flying bottle nearly takes your head off, but with some luck you dodge. [+1 Dodge]

"I guess this means you're not dead."

"Angelina is dead. I," she says, straightening her back and accidentally falling out of her corset. "am Anna of New York. Able to do everything a governor's daughter can't!"

This revealing awakening is interrupted by a quick opening of the door.

"Daniel watch out, theres-"

Gildas stands there, seeing Angelina "Anna" half dressed at the foot of your bed.

"... Nevermind, I see you've gotten acquainted."

The girl bounces down next to you on the bed.

"So, captain! What's the adventure today?"

"Adventure? Well..."

You look down at the girl before you, the rich thief at your door, and warm blow of the sea coming through the window.

"Captain Towns, shit!"

You abruptly remember the auction for the captain, grab the money pouch and jump out a window, luckily landing in a wheelbarrow full of hay. What a convenient place to put hay.. [+1 Assassin]

You sprint down Duval, heading to Mallory's Square where the wrecker's warehouse is. In front, you can see a stage where slaves are being auctioned.

"20 Sovereigns! Do I hear 21?"

He does.

"20 Sovereigns. Sold."

A sad looking negro steps down, led by a man with his hands on his shackles.

"Next up, a troublemaker! A supposed captain who claimed a whole wreck without documentation, then fought some poor men trying to make a living, this slave is skilled in English, pretentiousness, and seamanship. Just don't send him for tea!"

Her auctioneer yells out. "Opening bid, 5 Sovereigns!" A man lifts his plackard. "10!" It's answered. "20!" The first man bids again.

What do you bid?

"50 Sovereigns!" He asks for another. The first man bids. "75 Sovereigns!" The second man bids. "150 Sovereigns, and not a cent higher!" The first man stands up, smiling. "300 Sovereigns!"

The yells are attracting a passing marine patrol. They approach to spectate.

You thumb around in your pouch. There's about 350 Sovereigns in there... Gildas jipped you! Honor among thieves your foot.

"Easy come, easy go," I mutter. "350 Sovereigns!"

"350 Sovereigns! Do I hear a higher?"

The two other men are beside themselves with contempt. One begins to suggest combining forces, when the auction ends.

"Sold! 350 Sovereigns."

At last! Captain Towns is led down the stage in shackles to you. He seems rather broken, shirtless, and dressed in the same shorts as the other slaves. His eyes are downcast, and does not say a word.

You're in Mallory Square off Duval Street with your new slave. Your stomach rumbles. There's a few restaurants here - one for fish and clams, another for pig and biscuit, still a third is tended by natives, selling the local good.

"Are you hungry, Mr. Towns?"

His eyes are hollow and lifeless. "Yes, master."

"Oh, don't bother with that master business. You haven't fallen that far already, have you? Have some pride! In any case, follow me."

He sighs and lets his muscles relax.

"It was a hard night. They did everything to make me look like something I wasn't," he says, wiping make up off his face; revealing a suntanned frown.

You start to head back to Gildas' hideout to ask him about the 50 sovereigns he forgot to include, and to inquire about any more jobs he might have, when you hear a handful of footsteps behind you.

"Stop! Thief!" It's the two men who lost to you at the auction, and three Royal Marines.

"We must go back to the warehouse to finish the paperwork. The captain of the guard wishes to see you personally. Or," he says, pointing a musket. "We take him back to the cage."

"Thief is a strong word, and both undeserved and unkind, at that."

You mutter to Towns, "Looks like lunch'll have to wait."

The two of you follow the marines, past samplings of turkey, ham, and grilled fish.

The scent does much to remind you how long it's been since you've had a good meal - milk notwithstanding.

Soon, you are standing before the auctioneer, speaking to a marine in the shadows.

The shadowed marine says "I offer a new bid. 0 pence, to take you all back to England to be hanged as pirates!"

It is Michael. Choose your next words wisely!