Now I Gotta Deal With This Shit?
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As soon as you open your eyes, you instantly regret it. Sharp sunlight falls through stained windows,burning indistinct images into your retina. The whole place smells like old vomit, and somewhere,perhaps a deck or so below, loud braying noises can be heard. You clamber to your feet, groaning,while great waves of painful vertigo crash across the tender crenellations of your brain.Ouch, you say out loud, a wholly inadequate expression in the current situation, you belatedlyrealize. Your backs not much better off, having turned into an intricate landscape of pain. What thehell did you sleep on last night? As you turn around, the answer to that question is instantly andgloriously revealed. Spilling out of a trio of hefty wooden iron-shod chests is the most magnificenttreasure you have ever laid eyes on. Thousands of gold coins, gems of various cuts and colours, andother items of inestimable value are piled in foot-high stacks, some of them having been collapsedunder your sleeping form. You barely stifle a laugh, elation rushing through your veins. Youve did it!Not that you ever doubted the enterprise personally, but then again, you cant really blame thosewho did. Nine times out of ten, mysterious treasure maps bought from drunken old sailors are deadends, or worse, mutinies waiting to happen, but this one was the real deal! Looking back, you almostfeel bad for breaking the old mans legs.After straightening your clothes, and strapping on your cutlass that had been carelessly stuck into theframe of the door, you step onto the deck of the
. The stiff breeze feels utterlyrefreshing, the salty tinge on it leaves on your lips as familiar to any sailor as dirt to a farmer. Runningyour hand across the railing, feeling the smooth sun kissed wood, a fierce grin works its way acrossyour face. Spread out across the deck like broken ragdolls are your crew, seemingly in equally badshape as you after last nights festivities.Minding your step as you pass the foul-smelling prone form off first mate Robards, your jubilantmood suddenly overwhelms you and you laugh out loud, a triumphant expression. Let the doubtersand nay-sayers have their say now! Not that there had been many, since you took over as captainfrom your predecessor, captain Guillard. Even he would probably have approved, were he not at thismoment rotting on the bottom of the ocean, your dagger through his one good eye. And now the
was yours, and you wouldnt give her up for any other ship in the Carribean. Thefrigate had character, like all good ships, and that counted for more than you would expect. Sure, alot of that character was mean-spirited and petty, but maybe that was why you got along with her sowell.Still, sailors were a superstitious lot, both when it came to women and ships. The
had hershare of stories and legends. Like the galley roof that always leaked, even though it was on the firstdeck and well above the water line. Or, you recall, the stories swapped below deck about the ghost