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After cheering with the rest of the crew Duran found himself thinking about how fast everything had taken place. He had found himself with a new crew. The captain was the infamous Captain Morgan. recently he had been whisked from his prison and with these men and onto a ship headed for the Caribbean. He knew little of the crew except for reputations. He suspected some would know him by his own as well.
He took a swig from his glass pausing from the thought. The pause seemed to be for to long though. Duran began to cough and wheeze. Raising his wrist to cover his mouth he could taste the O'so familiar crimson substance. After it had passed his mind began turning towards other subjects.
I must find the last of those dirty bastards that killed Claire. How many were left? Was it four or five maybe it was six? Ugh I can't remember. Tomorrow I'll ask around the town before we set sail. Tonight I'll pay my respects to the man who got me out of that hell hole.
With that he made eye contact with his Captain and nodded. "Listen to what this old sea dog has to say." Duran said standing up. "Tis with a great honour that I say thank you Captain.T'was your plan that we used to escape those confines a week ago. Now we are here in the Caribbean enjoying our freedom and we owe it to you. So tonight Cap'n we drink to you!"
With that Duran raised his mug and said "To the Captain." and drank what was left in his mug.
Taking his seat once again Duran waited for another mug and stroked his beard. It's good to be out on the seas again. I wonder what Lady Luck has instore for us all? Will it be treasure and fame or shall we be damned like those before us? Hrm...I guess I'll wait and see. He stopped as the mug was set down next to empty one. A quiet thank you flowed from his lips as he took hold of it and began to drink.
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