Brett:
 Summary: On their way to their next assignment, the crew of the
Delphyne takes time out to enjoy a holodeck novel with the Captain. The
crew assembles outside the holodeck, to discuss the characters the
Captain wants them to play.

Brett:
 <<<<Begin Mission "The Falcon's Gold - Part 1">>>>

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CO: Is there a particular role you would wish me to play? I am still
uncertain what type of... ::raises eyebrow:: pirate... I could portray.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::hears Syrna speaking to the Captain, and also wonders what part he
should take.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CSO: Ah, lieutenant. I believe you would make an excellent helmsman!
Astrogation, meteorology... lots of good sciences for you. ::grins::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CNS: You, I have no doubt, could accurately portray a pirate... ::hears
the CO::  CO: Very good, sir.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CSO: You shall be Alexandra Sevastopol.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods:: CO: Yes sir. ::begins to read up on her role as a helmsman::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CSO: A pirate, of that I am unsure.  I am not very familar with Earth's
17th Century, but all these does sound very fun and I guess I will just
have to wing it

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: If you don't mind, I thought you could portray Dr. Abernathy
Montgomery, ship's surgeon.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: I will do my best, sir. I have always wondered what it would be
like to use brutal medial technology to cut on someone. ::smiles::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::almost blanches hearing Doctor Llewellyn say that::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Oh.. I hope that someone isn't me? ::laughs::  It might be
interesting to see how much medical technology has changed.

CO_Mash`ev:
 All: I will take a stab at Captain Beauregard. ::wonders if anyone
will get his feable joke?::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods and sees about getting some pirate garb::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::after working through a selection of attire picks some kind of almost
manly attire: pants, blouse, vest -- seems the most logical and
practical as dresses in the high seas may lead to drowning and that
would not do::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: Sir, it really hasn't changed that much.  We still use rusted
knives to hack open our victims, I mean patients.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Do you wonder why you were transferred to counsellor? ::grins::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::an amused twinkle appears behind her vulcan eyes::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles:: CO: No, this way I can mess up peoples minds instead of just
their bodies.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Aha. I knew there had to be a reason.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::also chooses some attire::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::puts on her pirate garb then gives a half hearted:: Self: Arrr,
mateys?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::returns to the holodeck, cutlass at her side though unsure how to use
it, exactly::

CO_Mash'ev:
 ::Puts on his pirate uniform, gets ready for the Holodeck Adventure.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::returns after putting on his new clothes::

CO_Mash'ev:
 :: Steps out to view his 'new' crew. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::re-afixes her head scarf:: CO: Ah, captain.... I see you are the one
who gets to wear the hat.

CO_Mash'ev:
 CSO: Aye, matey. Rank hath its priviledges. ::smiles::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises eyebrow in typical Vulcanesque manner::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: Sir, if that hat is a priviledge of rank. I have decided never to
become captain! ::smiles::

CO_Mash'ev:
 CNS: Now, now. good doctor. This was quite the get-up in the day. 

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::laughs::

CO_Mash'ev:
 All: Is everyone ready?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::nods, and also wonders how much beer one would have to drink to get
over sea sickness::

CO_Mash'ev:
 Computer: Load The Falcon's Gold holoprogram.

Brett:
 <Computer> ::Beeps a few times::  All: Program complete, you may enter
when ready.

CO_Mash'ev:
 :: Steps towards the holodeck door. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::follows the Captain::

Brett:
 INFO: The arch opens onto the main deck of a Galleon - class sailing
vessel.  Two dozen crewmen stand poised for action at large iron cannons
and smaller swivel guns.  The sky is blue, the sea is green and not more
than a hundred yards away, another, smaller, vessel floats motionlessly.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::follows behind the CSO::

CO_Mash'ev:
 :: Smells the sea air, takes a brief moment to take in the sights
before assuming his role and starting the program. ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks out, always intrigued by the way the holodeck can simulate
reality::

CO_Mash'ev:
 Computer: Play program.

Brett:
 INFO: The Pirate vessel Atocha has been chasing the Spanish Flute,
Esmerelda, for nearly a day.  Finally, the larger Galleon has caught up
with her prey and the fight is on.

Brett:
 Action: Cannons thunder and cordite smoke roils across the deck of the
Atocha as crewmen rush to and fro to feed the hungry guns.  Musket fire
crackles sporadically as pirates and the defenders of the Esmerelda
exchange shots, trying to down officers and gunners.

Brett:
 INFO: The two vessels are close together, but not close enough for a
boarding action yet. While the Atocha is larger and stronger, and will
no doubt win the day, sinking the Spanish vessel would be a waste to the
Pirates.  There is booty to be had!

Harold_Burns:
 ::in the cargo hold hammering a few remaining nails into the hull
beams before rushing back to the deck::  Self: Thar, that be it. Now
she'll hold.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 Captain: Is that the vessel we seek to take?

Harold_Burns:
 ::yelling at the men handling the cannon:: ALL: Keep yar feet lads make
yer shots count.

CO_Beauregard:
 Nav: Aye, that be the ship we be takin'.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises her eye brow at the new colorful phrasing from her Bolain
captain:: CO: I will endeavor to do what I can go get our boat into
position before the other one sinks.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::quickly moves up to helm and takes the wheel::

Brett:
 Action: The Esmerelda fires a load of chain shot which rips through
the foremast, sending the yard and topsail crashing to the deck, men
shout and tumble to get clear.

CO_Beauregard:
 Nav: And be quick about it, helm. 

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 CO: Yes... I mean Aye.... ::turns the wheel to manuver the boat,
thinks: not exactly rocket science like the good captain suggested
earlier::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::takes his medical bag and hurries over to the neartest pirate who
looks to have been shot in the leg::

Harold_Burns:
 ::watches as a cannon ball shatters the wooden beam above him::  Self:
Blasted cannon shot blasting me ol girl apart that way!  That ain't no
way to treat a lady, by god.

Brett:
 Action: The Atoca's guns roar and the Esmerelda's hull is pierced in
several places by the round shot.  The smaller ship heels over from the
force of the blow, but the shots are above the waterline and are not
mortal.

Harold_Burns:
 ::yells:: ALL: Whatch it, lads! If ye aim below the water line that'll
rip her apart!

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::pulls and tugs on the wheel:: CO: Captain... are we close enough yet
for grappling hooks?

Harold_Burns:
 ::begins to hammer some more nails into a new piece of beam to shore up
a hole in it.::

CO_Beauregard:
 Nav: Steady as she goes, Alexandra.

CO_Beauregard:
 Mate: Grappling hooks away!

Brett:
 Action: A musket ball splinters the railing near Captain Beauregard. A
pirate sharpshooter takes aim and fires, sending the Spanish musketeer
screaming from his perch atop the Esmerelda's mast.

CO_Beauregard:
 ::Sees the railing near him shatter and hopes that the Holodeck safety
factors are fully in place for this program! ::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 <woundered pirate> Dr: Arrgh, you bloody witch doctor, leave me be.
::blood is dripping down his arm::

Brett:
 INFO: The two vessels close, they begin passing within a few yards of
one-another. Shouts and insults are hurled from sailors on both sides,
amidst the musketry.

CO_Beauregard:
 <Mate>: You heard the Cap'n, lads. Get yer grappling hooks on that
ship!

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::holds on to the wheel expecting the two ships to hit side to side
any moment now::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::watchs as the musketeer fails to the deck with a loud thud::
Outloud: That is one I won't have to worry about...

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::grabs the first pirate by the arm, and poor some alcohol on to the
wound, cauing him to scream out in pain::

Brett:
 Action: Pirates rush to the rail and hurl roped graples onto the Spanish
vessel. As they make the ropes fast, the Spanish try to cut them or throw
off the hooks.  The two ships are soon locked together.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 <wounded pirate>: Dr: Bloody, mad man!

CO_Beauregard:
 <Mate>: Crew: Take the ship, lads.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 wounded pirate: Hush, you stupid idiot, you want gangrene to take over?
Better a little pain now, ::picks up a hack saw:: unless you want me to
have to cut it off later?

Harold_Burns:
 :: knows that the ships have been locked together and yells::  ALL: Get
yer muskets and defend the rail.

Harold_Burns:
 ::grabs his musket and shoots the first person through the hole in the
side of the ship::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::gets out her sword and feels terribly awkward::

Brett:
 Action: With a roar, the pirates swarm the rails and begin leaping onto
the Spanish vessel.  Spanish sailors recieve them with swords, belaying
pins and pikes.  The clash of steel is soon echoing across the sea.

Harold_Burns:
 Outloud:: Shiver me timbers, yer next ye miserable scum.. ::shoots
another of the Esmerelda crew::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::grabs the nearest musket and takes aim at the closest enemy pirate::

CO_Beauregard:
 Mate: Ahar! We'll get the best of 'em yet!

Harold_Burns:
 ::now sees his chance and rushes through the hole onto the Esmarelda::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::is stunned by the shear amount of raw violence::

Harold_Burns:
 ::brandishing his sword he begins slashing at the others::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::drives the his Bayonet in to a charging pirate:: Screaming: Die you
bloody sea scum!!

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::is shocked to see the Captain and the counselor seemingly enjoy such
violence::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::looks around, wondering if anyone saw him.  He quickly pulls the
knife out of the bloody man, and strightens his jacket.  No way for an
English gentleman to behave::

Brett:
 Action: The fighting is fierce but short lived.  Outnumbered and
outgunned, the Spanish soon surrender.

Harold_Burns:
 ::walks up the stairs to where the captain is standing:: CO: Pity, sir,
we have to flame her.

CO_Beauregard:
 Burns: Let's see what secrets she'll give up, first.

Harold_Burns:
 CO; Aye, sir, I bet she got a whole lot o'stuff on her ye would like.

Brett:
 INFO: The smoke clears, and the dead are cleared away.  Wounded pirates
are taken back aboard the Atocha while the Spanish wounded are laid out
on the deck.  The Spaish captain, an older man in strudy shipboard
clothing stands near the helm, defiant but submissive.

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: I am Capitan Juan Hernado Delgado Senor. I am, it appears,
your prisoner.

Brett:
 Action: At Burns' urging, pirates begin exploring the Esmerelda, in
search of her cargo and wealth.

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: That ye be, that ye be. I wonder, good sahr, what things you
can tell us about yer cargo?

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::whips the blood of the bayonet, on the trousers of the fallen pirate,
and then hands the musket to one of his own. He goes back to tending
the wounded::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::visually scans the horizon::

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: It appears, senor, that your men will bring you the
answer soon enough. ::Looks very displeased::  I would ask for mercy for
my men Capitan, and medical attention for the wounded.

Harold_Burns:
 Outloud: Mind ye, ye scurvy dogs, no hiding the booty in yer shirts or
ye will get a flogging by me.

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: There be time enough for that later. Right now, ye can answer
me question.

Brett:
 Action: Soon, the pirates begin bringing the cargo to the deck.  Raw
ore, bales of cotton, cacao...and two heavy chests.  The pirates
bringing these are laughing and obviously in good spirits.  A string of
pearls sticks out of one half-closed lid.

Harold_Burns:
 ::walks over to where the entrance is to the captain's quarters to see
what he can find::

Harold_Burns:
 ::rummages around int he captain's quarters and hears a noise::

Brett:
 Action: Entering the Captain's cabin, Burns spies a figure poised to
strike with a dagger.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::finishes stiching one of the wounded, and then walks over to the
group getting ready to open the chest::

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: Ahar! It seems like there's quite a booty on board!

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::watches the goings on from the helm of the galleon::

Harold_Burns:
 Outloud: Now what have we here?  A little lass with a tiny dagger.  Me
lady, what ye planning on doing with that thar little thing???

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: Si.  ::looks nervously toward the hatch leading below
decks::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::lunges at Burns trying to stab him with the dagger:: Burns: Get away
from me!

Harold_Burns:
 ::stands there waiting for her to move towards him ready for her::

Harold_Burns:
 ::grabs her hand with the dagger and grabs the girl with the other arm
and pulls her off her feet::

Harold_Burns:
 Outloud:: Now, now, little lassie, quiet down and gimme that thar thing
you got.  ::takes the dagger from her and brings her upabove the deck to
the captain::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::yelps at being lifted off her feet:: Burns: Let go of me!

Harold_Burns:
 CO: Lookie here sir whata I found fer ya.

Brett:
 Action: Delgado blanches as two figures come up on deck.  Burns is
carrying a struggling gown-wearing form, which he dumps unceremoniously
to the deck.

CO_Beauregard:
 Burns: Well, well... that certainly be a fine prize.

Harold_Burns:
 ::gives the dagger to the captain::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::backs away as far as she can still on deck:: CO: I'm nobody's prize.

Brett:
 INFO: Regaining her feet, Esmerelda-Delgado-Albernaz, the Captain's
lovely daughter, gazes about with fright filled eyes.  Long balck hair,
porceline complexion, flashing brown eyes and a perfect figure, she
presents the picture of femine charm.  Most of the pirates stop what
they are doing and stare, open-mouthed.

Brett:
 INFO: She wears fine, though not delicate clothing and the soot, smoke
and dust only combine to make her seem more beautiful.

Harold_Burns:
 OutLoud: Listen, ye scurvy dogs, if'n I catch one of yers touching me
lady here and I will kill ye myself!

CO_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Ahar! Lass, ye be the finest prize on the high seas.

Harold_Burns:
 ::glares at the crew::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Burns: I'm not your lady or his! ::tossing a glance at the captain::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises an eyebrow:: Self: Ah... now I see the appeal of this program.
::almost scoffs::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 Burns: Your, lady.  I believe a fine women like this should be in the
company of a fine English gentalman. Like myself.

Harold_Burns:
 Outloud: Me lady, I's just pertecting ye from these scurvy dogs.

Brett:
 <<<<Pause>>>>