The wind made the sail audibly ripple as the captain of a fine sloop lays lazily under the sun. His crew working merrily about him and the rocking of the calm blue sea lulls him slowly to sleep. It's a good day to be a pirate. "CAAPTAAAAIN!!!" The serenity is broken by the shouts of a crew member. The captain grumbles and stirs. "CAAAAAAPPTTAAAAAIN!!" Jesus fucking christ. "WHAT?!" "SHIP INCOMING." He adjusts his hat on his head and pulls a brass telescope from his sleeve. It was a goddamn ocean, of course there will be boats. He scans the horizon while the crew stirs around him. He spots a galley floating towards them. "Kahahaha, a galley, eh?". He spits into the water and squints to get a view of the mast. He turns pale and frowns to himself. "Blast. Man the cannons." "MAN THE CANNONS!" His mates echo. They set to loading the cannons while the captain stood up and moved briskly to his wheel. This bastard wasn't taking him in. He steadies the boat, the incoming ship coming straight on. "If ye've a shot, take it!" On the captain's mark, the cannons are fired alternatively, shattering parts of the front of the enemy ship. The captains color returns to him. "Bahahah!" He bellows, "Keep firing!" Suddenly the incoming ship's front opens to reveal three cannons in a line. They fire all at once, sending six cannon balls forward, three pairs of two tied together. One wraps around the ship's main mast and cracks it, another one hugging it and bringing it down. The captains pounds on his wheel and grits his teeth. "DAMMI' TALL! PREPARE YOUR RIFLES, DON'T GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO COME CLOSE!" He barks as the galley comes closer. It turns to it's side, an entire row of riflemen staring down at the small pirate's crew from the galley's deck. The crew quickly surrenders as the grapples come out and bring them close. A ladder is dropped, and the sloop is quickly flooded with armed pirates. The captain holds up his hands and scowls. "I never woulda thought I'd be a target, Bounty," He calls out loud. In the galley, a man in a yellow and blue coat waves his pistol around nonchalantly. "Ahoy cap'n. Fine day we're having, eh?" He grins. The crew is brought on board, along with their treasure and supplies, the fine sloop de-massed and left out in the ocean. "Nice work out there, cap'n," Bounty's first mate admires as he enters the captains quarters. Bounty lay across his table, his hat next to him and a trash can close by. "Aye... How long until port?" He asks miserably. "Ahaha... It's going to be maybe two days yet..." He replies meekly. "Aye... Aye..." Bounty dismisses him with a wave of his hand. He didn't handle the water well, and he had run out of his medication. He didn't stock up with any last time they were at port, and only had what was left from before that. He sighs and re-adjusts his hat onto his short messy black hair. He rubs his face in his hands and looks at his black stubble in his desktop mirror. He would be scolded for sure if she saw him like this. He sighs and takes a gulp of his water. "I'm coming, Hester."