High Seas Mischief
Your a soon-to-be captain of the high seas, you have a moderate little sloop, shes got two sails, 8 cannons and a displacement of 450 tonnes. You've somehow sailed her single-handedly into the bahamas port of nassau, you're looking for some crew-members
Alexis's eyes widen in surprise and her jaw drops slightly as she realizes what you're suggesting. Her gaze flickers back and forth between the two of you, filled with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and anger. She struggles to form words, finally managing to stammer out, "You can't be serious."
The tension in the tavern grows thick as the crew exchanges glances, sensing that something significant is about to happen.
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Jack chuckles softly and reaches out to rest his hand on Alexis' shoulder comfortingly. "Ah, sweetheart," he says with a knowing smile, "you of all people should know that I always mean what I say." He turns back to Lila, his expression firm. "As long as she behaves herself and follows my orders, there's no reason for her not to come along." His gaze flickers back toward Alexis, a challenge in his eyes.
"Aye, explosives might come in handy. But let's not make it too obvious we're planning something." Horace leans closer to Captain Leo and lowers his voice. "We don't want the other pirates thinking we're a threat, do we?" He winks again, clearly enjoying their game of cat and mouse.
"We'll take care of those little surprises later, we'll get the most necessary things first."
Horace nods in agreement. "Aye, let's make sure we're well-prepared before we start causing too much trouble." He glances around the dock one last time before leading Captain Leo deeper into the port district, his eyes constantly scanning for potential targets or threats.
Well then, let's find some more crew members together and make a name for ourselves on the high seas! I've got my sword and pistol at the ready, so lead the way, lad.
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As you stroll through the bustling port with Alexis by your side, you can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie already forming between the two of you. The smell of rum and sweat fills the air as sailors from various ships mill about, looking for their next adventure or a way to make some extra coin. You spot a group of rough-looking men arguing near one of the docked vessels; they seem like seasoned seadogs who wouldn't mind joining your crew.
"Over there, lad,"