The Good Captain and his merry crew of pirates hit the water mid afternoon, Captain Bildgepoole at the helm of the Galleon, the Good Captain on steering duty aboard the Man-o-war and the sloop on tow a hundred yards behind the Good Captain’s ship.

They had left the unnamed bay well before sunset with the blessings of the man whom the unnamed bay was named after. In return for the ships, and the accommodating customs, the Good Captain had left a pile of gold doubloons larger that the man whom the unnamed bay was named after had requested. The overpayment was a sign of good will shared between two men who had known each other for longer than they cared to admit.

The choice to tow the sloop instead of have her manned was an easy one, they only had twenty four hours of sailing ahead of them, the seas were calm and by word of the man whom the unnamed bay was named after the sloop was haunted and that was something the Good Captain did not wish to put upon anyone but himself, at least not initially.

When the clock was only a few strikes off the midnight hour the Good Captain directed his crew into a quiet bay, it was only a small bay and one he knew had no inhabitants that would cause them any problems, but it was a bay where they knew they could anchor safely for the night. If the weather stayed as it was for the following day and they left within an hour of the sun rising in the eastern skies they should make their home port by dinner time the following day.

The two big ships were anchored together in the quiet bay, large sacks of sand acted as fenders to keep the slow moving tide from rocking the ships together. The sloop, still tethered to the Man-o-war, drifted on a rope of about half the length of that which it was tethered when the ships were at sea.

The Good Captain had spoken to his crew about why the sloop was tethered at a distance rather than beside the two main ships which would have seemed more likely. He had also told them that after he had eaten he would be boarding the sloop with the intention of putting her at anchor for the night. There was of course offers from the crew to fulfil such a task but the Good Captain politely refused all offers.

A short time later a small punt from the galleon was sent ashore with five men aboard, their mission was to scavenge berries or fruits to add to the meals that were being cooked in the galleys. The Good Captain was able to give the men and exact location on where to find such treasures and he knew there trip would be a quick one.

As the seas were quiet and the Good Captain’s faith that they would not be attacked within the bay high, all pirates would retire to the sleeping quarters to prepare themselves for the day of sailing that would see them reach home once dinner was over. All pirates bar one, that one being the Good Captain.

The Good Captain had a job to do, a job that he trusted only himself to complete. That job many of the crew thought was as simple as taking a punt, boarding the sloop and lowering the anchor. But he himself knew that if the job was only that he could entrust it to any of the crew. But he had a story to confirm.

He wasn’t entirely sure whether he would prove or disprove the theory of the man whom the unnamed bay was named after, especially not on his first night, but he was too intrigued not to give it a try. So intrigued he was that he’d spent little of the day not considering boarding the sloop and giving the ghost a chance to introduce himself as the ship’s new owner.

Before getting in the punt The Good Captain had told Captain Bildgepoole what he was doing and why he was doing it. Like the Good Captain, Captain Bildgepoole believed in ghosts and stood behind his own leader offering his full support. Captain Bildgepoole had, like the crew, offered to board the ship with him but the Good Captain declined him politely as he had done the crew.

The Good Captain’s reasoning for going it alone, aside from him believing that he was totally safe, was that as the new owner of the sloop it was his duty to board the old girl and meet it’s previous owner by himself. It was a belief that many would think was worthy of having the Good Captain placed on a secluded beach and left there to end his days in the peace of his own twisted mind, but those people had not seen in their time what the pirates that made up the Good Captain’s crew had seen in their time.

There was no point hiding his nervousness as the Good Pirate climbed down the rope ladder and boarded the punt drifting below, but it was not a nervousness that had him wanting to turn around, or change his mind. When he removed the bow rope from the punt and pushed himself off the side of the Man-o-war he waved to the dark silhouette that he knew was Captain Bildgepoole, but not a word was spoken.

Several minutes after leaving the Man-o-war the Good Captain was tying the punt up to the rear of the sloop where a boarding ladder awaited him. In the short trip across the water his nervousness had been replaced by excitement but that feeling changed almost immediately as he stepped on the top rung of the boarding ladder and he heard a voice.

“Good Evenin’, me fellow pirate.”

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