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Peace with Spain was signed in February 1720. In late April its news arrived to the West Indies, so all the Navies got allied against the common foe – pirates, making their trade more difficult to survive. Which side are you on?

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The inhabitants of Port de Paix, a French colony, are now busy with celebrating Saint Jean d'Ete and a wedding among the highest nobility. Time for everyone who happens to be in Port de Paix to know them better… and to add your personal flavour to the holiday!

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Sara Mitchell
 Posted: Jun 24 2017, 12:56 AM
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Doctor aboard the "Rising Sun"

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Sara had no intention of keeping her plans to leave for Europe a secret. She just wanted Sol to know it first so that he wouldn’t think that she was planning to leave behind his back while he was preparing for a big battle to retake the Rising Sun. But she couldn’t go through another battle. She couldn’t see any more of her friends die young just for material wealth. Of course, she most of all could not go through imprisonment again. She had been fortunate that she had been useful to the Admiral and that he had honoured their deal. She had been fortunate that none of the soldiers had taken advantage of the opportunity to have their way with her. She was most of all fortunate that she had not ended up with a noose around her neck again. In fact, Sara believed that her luck was probably spent by now. She had been hanged once only to be saved in the last minute by Gaspard. She had been close to be hanged again only to be saved before. She had avoided rape. Her ship had sunk beneath her. She had gone through numerous battles unscathed. She was not going to test her luck any further.

She nodded at Angel’s suggestion. ‘I have no desire to ever see Port-de-Paix again in my life,’ she said. A bit dramatic maybe but it was there that she had been hanged and later imprisoned to be hanged again. ‘And it makes sense for me to go to Nassau, my home, before leaving the Caribbean behind for good,’ she added and became quite thoughtful for a moment. ‘To see my family home one last time and say good bye to all I have ever known where I lost my old life’.

Sara was glad that Sol understood her desire to leave and she appreciated his advice. ‘I understand,’ she said with a rare smile and a nod. She didn’t mind Tortuga to be where she would part with her private friends. However Sol’s next suggestion puzzled her. ‘Why would I sew my money into my dress? Do you suspect I would be robbed?’ she asked wondering if Sol believed a trip across the Atlantic Ocean to be dangerous for a woman travelling alone.

When Angel too announced his intention of leaving the crew, Sara felt a twitch of guilt in her stomach. She looked at Sol and Angel as they talked. She understood why Angel wanted to leave because she had just made a similar choice, but she felt bad for Sol who had lost his ship and now saw his crew dissolve slowly but steadily. ‘I am sorry I can not be there to patch up injuries and dress the wounds of the coming battle, Sol. I spent almost all my time on the ship doing just that and I feel guilty that in the moment of greatest need that I can’t do it. But I hope you’ll manage to secure your ship without the need for combat,’ she told him, knowing that Sol was a resourceful captain who had taken advantage of surprise and covert tactics in the past. ‘I wanted to thank you though. When I initially joined your crew to act a lady in distress, to faint and lure ship in close for the taking, you’ve given me opportunities that few women will ever have and I know I can never be a doctor in the same capacity as I have been with you,’ she told him and gave him a hug before thinking about what she wanted to do. ‘Maybe England will need a good midwife when I get there. I suppose if I can handle a patient like Mini then surely I can help other women too’.
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Pieter de Wyntere
 Posted: Jun 26 2017, 07:25 PM
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Quartermaster on the "Rising Sun"

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After an interesting chat with a new person, the greek sailor the best man, Pieter was attending a new part of the celebrations. He sat at the table looking at the couples the quests. He glanced at Amanda once in awhile with a mild but cheerful smile, he knew she had to be enjoying this even more than he did.

He noticed Sol talking with Sarah and Angel. He had an idea what it was probably about. He knew that they and some others might be considering moving on in life, away from pirate's hazardous life. He was fine with their decision. Everyone had the right to choose, he mused.

However, Pieter himself was not satisfied with the fruits of his pirate career just yet. They had robber a Spanish treasure ship and much other ships, but even that all had not really left him enough money in store. He liked everything he had to be fine, his clothes his house his food. He also wanted to provide Amanda a good living, a good wealthy home for them. His current life lacked some things, even while he was still quite happy with it. Piracy was an easy way to make money, he was not going to stop just yet.

He knew that Amanda might be satisfied with less than he. That was why he felt a little worried. How would she react to any news of Sol's crewmen leaving the pirate's way of life? They might inspire her. Pieter hoped that Amanda would not try to force him to leave piracy before he wanted to. He knew she did not like fearing for his life, but Pieter did not want to see her point of view in this. He knew that he would survive the hazards of sea rover's life, he had survived before their relationship.

But this was not the time to worry about his relationship. As the best man, he had a vital role to play. He stood up, made some noise with his chair to gain attention, and raised his half full glass, “Again I congratulate all the couples once, but first and foremost as the best man, I must congratulate Cass and Maribel here! A toast for their happiness! Santé!”

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Santiago Moreno
 Posted: Jul 3 2017, 11:34 AM
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It felt a bit strange for Chago too, to be part of the wedding, now, as a groom and not as a best man or a mere attendant, how it had happened before. And only now he remembered the hilarious scene how he had caught the bouquet at Angel’s wedding.

Who would have believed that he would return married from the trip to Kingston? Fate wanted it this way, and he was glad for the outcome. Maribel had told him, when helping him spread the news that he wanted to buy a small house in town, that marriages based on friendship, caring, protection and all good feelings tend to be happier for a longer time than those based only on a passion flame which might burn bright and turn quickly to embers. He agreed with this view, that he had heard about before. He could get accustomed to having such a shy, tender wife, and he was happy that she was safe here, and under several people’s care when he was sailing away.

Katya had been glad to see again the Spaniard she had met one year and a half, when serving at a party, together with other indentured servants, and to find out that he was Chago’s sworn brother, named Sol. She had vaguely heard before about such bonds between men.

She was now witnessing the unknown traditions, trying the best to fit in. She got a piece of cake broken on her head by two of the women in the inn. She had no idea what that meant, neither what the decorated bucket was doing there, but Grisha seemed to get oriented quickly after the other best men and dropped a coin in it, receiving in exchange a piece of cake.

Chago had been sprinkled with Saint John’s holy water, and so had been Katya, when entering the inn.

When their glasses were full and Cass’s best man started the toasts, Chago raised the glass, clinking it against Katya’s first, then against the best men’s and against the other couples.
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Andrea Costa
 Posted: Jul 3 2017, 11:35 AM
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Sailing master on the "Rising Sun"

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Andrea paid attention to Sol and Sara, nodding approvingly at the captain's words. He had wise advice, and all the sailors had heard various stories in ports, about less honest seafarers who had robbed passengers who weren't careful enough with their valuables.

He gulped at hearing the details Sol was telling, the ones he hadn’t heard about yet. He felt sorry about those men, even if he didn’t know them – or so he thought. He didn’t expect Sara to wonder naively why they were fearing that she might get robbed.

”Don’t worry, we would send you with someone we know, so that you arrive safely to Nassau. But yes, afterwards, the trip to Europe is long and not everybody is honest aboard, so better take care of yourself. I can tell you that the money sewn in my belt had saved my life several times.”

Only that in his case it had been about shipwrecks.

Sol thanked him, which made Andrea more uncomfortable with the decision he had taken. However, there was no way for him to continue after that battle, either. He’d use all his savings to buy a small ship like Chago’s, when the opportunity would come. Until then, a few weeks of rest at home wouldn’t be bad either.

”I thank you for your understanding, Captain, and to Sara for everything she had done for us. It was one hell of a year for all of us,” he added with a smile for Sara.

As he stepped back, he saw, to his surprise, Leftheris approaching him and hugging him. He returned the hug, still not understanding what he was doing here.

”Glad to see you too, and to party together. I can ask Said for a few songs for us, even if he doesn’t know many. And our voices can compensate. Thanos will be here too. I admit it is the last place I could ever think of seeing you,” he added.

Right then, a toast had been made, so they were all seeking some glasses.

"For the happiness of all couples, and of all those protected by Saint John!" he replied loudly.
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Sol Galvez
 Posted: Jul 3 2017, 11:36 AM
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Captain of the "Rising Sun"

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It was normal for Sara not to want to return to Port de Paix anymore.

”I can’t say I love it right now either,” Sol confirmed. ”And most likely all of us have similar feelings. I am sure the French went mad afterwards. With a proper lady’s dress and maybe another name to tell the ship captains, both the one bringing you to Nassau and the one to take you to Europe from there, you’d be safe. Because I bet your real name is still on the lists…”

He confirmed Angel’s words.

”You can never know who is the real pirate, the one sailing under the Jolly Roger or the one under a regular flag, who might be supposed to defend you. Better safe than sorry! And better having some money left with you in the worst case,” he advised her openly. ”Of course, sewing them into a belt to wear underneath your clothes and into the hem of the dresses can’t hide ALL your money. Some will remain in their pouches in the trunk, and you’d better prove me wrong but do it than prove me right too late…”

Sara and Angel weren’t the first ones to leave him after they had lost the ”Rising Sun” to the villains. About twelve or fifteen men, some of the mostly recent hired ones and some who had families to support, had chosen, upon the return from Nassau, to find luckier captains to sail under. It was expected, and Sol couldn’t find any word of reproach for them, as people needed money to survive, and in order to have money, they needed a ship to sail first and foremost. So, albeit in this case it hurt more, because these two were already his friends, he understood them too and he wished them wholeheartedly good luck.

Sara tried to apologize to him, but Sol clasped her hands.

”Don’t feel guilty! We have managed somehow before you came, and we’ll manage now too. Do what you have to, at the right moment, because lingering here you might find reasons not to leave… then… No, Sara, you taught the others around you more of your skills, so they will be able to give a first aid until returning to Maribel’s hands.”

At the hope of securing the ship without combat, he expressively shook his head in denial, the only reply being a touch to his side, where Ryder’s dagger had got between two ribs. Those were the people they were going to deal with, and they would fight for their only chance at remaining with the ship. He nodded at Angel’s comment about a hell of a year. Indeed, it had been. No wonder that Sara had enough of it.

She hugged him, thanking for everything he had done for her and understanding that she wouldn’t be the same in Europe. He returned the hug immediately.

”You will be a good midwife, Sara. And if you don’t treat only the rich people, believe me that you’ll be soon an all-pains doctor without the title. This is how I was told things work there,” he added. ”You’ll have the money needed to start up your business. I’ll take care that you get everything you deserve before leaving.”

His eyes narrowed when seeing Angel, who had just left them, hugged by that French Navy guy who was Mora’s man. Cacica’s words of last night came to his mind, not sure what to think about the young sailing master. But that discussion was not for now, definitely. Tomorrow, on clear mind… or later tonight if the opportunity came.

Right then, Pieter made a toast. He sought his glass too, raising it for the happiness of the couples and for the ones who have their feast day, without a proper toast from his part. Yes, he was the best man of the other couple… but he was not the only one. Maybe Katya’s brother would toast now and he would do it later, because right now Sol was not exactly in the mood for choosing the right speech. He tried to recover, though, with one of his jokes:

”And if you still have conscience pangs for leaving, I can tell you the quickest way to make up to us: grant me a dance tonight, and one to the groom,” he winked, looking at Cass, who had been Sara’s friend from her first day there, to be sure which of the three grooms there he was talking about.

And, as if reading his thoughts, Katya's brother held a brief toast, then he started talking to Pieter. Sol smiled and raised the glass again.
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Sara Mitchell
 Posted: Jul 11 2017, 08:42 PM
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Doctor aboard the "Rising Sun"

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Sara smiled as Sol, practical as he was, began to suggest how her journey to her port of departure could happen safely. ‘I have plenty of proper dresses,’ she said and gestured at her current attire. ‘You hired me originally to be a fainting siren, remember?’ she added with an unusual verbal humour. She had always opted to wear dresses. Even in her work as a doctor on the ship. Her only attire that wasn’t a dress was a simple shirt and baggy pants that she had used when discovering that practising sword fighting was impossible in a long dress. She appreciated all his advice though and she would definitely follow it. Coming to Europe would be challenging in its own right. She would come alone and have to get settled, find new friends and make a living in a new world. How odd actually that her new world was the one most people called the old world. But she had never known what Europe was actually like. She had never experienced a harsh winter, nor had she lived on a body of land larger than the Caribbean Islands.

She had already thought of her future work as a doctor, and while her means, skill, and social upbringing would have enabled her to work with just the rich and noble, she wanted to help everyone; just like her father. The notion that a dance could make up for her decision to leave was accepted with a nod. ‘I would be happy to dance with both of you,’ she said and smiled. ‘Cass has always been like a brother to me and I can not even imagine how much I will miss him when I leave,’ she admitted as she looked at the master gunner.
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