The crew had been home for several hours, ships had been moored, crew had been reunited with those who had remained in port and stories had been shared. It had been a long few weeks at sea and there had been a wide range emotions shared as the ships made their way home. What that all meant for the crew was that they were tired, worn out, and there was only one thing that would fix it.

“We’re off to Nancy’s!” The Good Captain called.

“Rummenhaggle! Me old salt, welcome!” Nancy the tavern wench called as the Good Captain lead his band of tired but thirsty men into the Inn.

“Nancy ye ol’ hag!” The Good Captain thought to himself as he made his way towards the bar how the old tavern girl had still lost none of her beauty in all the years she had run the tavern. “Drinks fer me crew ‘n keep them comin’. We ‘ave been long at sea ‘n thirsty we be.”

As usual when the Good Captain arrived with his crew the tavern was empty, bar the wenches happy to service the men, and every table was reserved. It was as if Nancy somehow knew they were coming and emptied the tavern just for them.

“So me old haggle master what be news?” Nancy asked the Good Captain as he and the Fair Maiden sat down at the bar.

For several drinks Nancy the tavern wench listened intently to the Good Captain’s stories of sea and land. It was then her turn to speak.

“So wha’ b’ new wit’ ye Nancy?” The Good Captain asked.

“Somethings a very strange bin goin’ ‘round lately me ol’ mate.” Nancy said in her distinctive blend of tavern wench mixed with pirate tongue. “I narry believe it meself. Of course I ‘ave heard wit’ me own ears stories from other pirates. These times of the eighteenth century are not what they used to be. But whens I see such thin’s wit’ me own eyes I canna deny them like I may ‘ave wen spoken by a drunken pirate.”

“Wha be ya talkin’ ‘bout ye old hag. Ye got me worried tha’ ye finally goin’ around the mast!” The Good Captain said. He might have been the only one in the world who could call Nancy the Tavern wench an old hag but the concern in his words were obvious.

Nancy poured him another drink and began to tell her tale.

“I was sloppin’ out the stalls not much more than three weeks ‘go. Twas the high of tha moon an’ the night sky was cloudless. And before ye say anythin’ I wuz not drunk and I was not seein’ things.”

“I’d think nothin’ o’ the sort ol’ girl.” The Good Captain replied.

Nancy smiled then continued her story.

“In the eastern sky there wa’ a blindin’ damn light. Actually let me correct meself, twas a blindin’ phenomenon of lights. It many ‘ave come from the east but it lit up the entire darkened sky.” Nancy paused. “Now don’t gets me wrong I heard stories ‘bout U.F.O’s and saucers tha race across the sky. I’ve heard from men who would swear on their own souls that they ‘ave seen such things. There ‘ave been reports of such things since when I grew up way back when tha years began wit’ the number seventeen. But of course even I treat some of them with a little bit of suspicion ‘cause I have narry a seen such thin’ wit’ me own eyes.”

Nancy took a drink, turned around at the cracking of a gun. She called out and reminded the men where they were and how she expected her tavern to be treated then turned back to the Good Captain and continued the story.

“Narry seen such things until three weeks ‘go and ye better not be laughin’ at me when I tells you this ol’ Rummenhaggle.”

The Good Captain shook his head seriously.

“They be th’ men in black. They be the men tha’ come in tha U.F.O.’s. Their ships they light th’ sky, then they appear in th’ blinding light. One can narry make out their features, one can narry see their faces.

The darkness is their poison. They creep through it like snakes in the long grass, silent, motionless to those who can’t see past their nose. They dress in black, from wha’ covers their feet, to wha’ covers their legs, to wha’ covers their chest, even what covers their face. Nothing but black an’ it’s a black darker than you have ever seen before.

They know only one truth an’ that be the truth they want you ta believe. Their truth is no more law that anyone elses but they believe it should be. If they come knocking at ya door these blackened men know how much they intimidate an’ they expect ye to fall inta line.

Word is tha’ it’s better t’ remain silent, remain unspoken if ye is visited by such men if ye value ya health. Their pain is said t’ be something us mere mortals can narry endure. Yet no one really seems t’ know wha’ happens if tha line is crossed an’ they are refused.”

As Nancy paused to gather her thoughts the Good Captain couldn’t help himself he just had to ask. “Wha’ did they wan’? Wha’ did ye do? Where did they go?”

Nancy didn’t even take five seconds to come up with her answer, it was almost as if she was prepared for the question. “Rummenhaggle me ol’ mate, they were tha men in black. One simply doesn’t ask wha’ they want an’ if one knows wha’ is good for ‘em they also narry want to be knowin’ where else they be going. They are tha men in black and they go wherever they wan’ to go stayin’ black for all eternity.

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