Brett:
 Summary: Continuing their Holodeck Pirate adventure, Captain
Beauregard and his crew have almost completed the looting of the Spanish
vessel Esmerelda.  There is only one more item of business to attend to.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "The Falcon's Gold - Part 2">>>>

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: So Capitan, you have abducted my daughter and now I
suppose you wish to ransom her back to me eh?  Have you no shame?

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::gets down from her high platform, crosses over to the other boat and
goes to stand next to the captain::

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: Shame? Oh, aye. I be ashamed... of what yer gonna have ta pay
ta see yer beauty agin! Har Har!!

Harry_Burns:
 Delgado: Shut yer trap kind. This'n is the captain of this'n fine
vessel. You respect him or I'll cut yer eyes out now ya hear?

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises her vulcan eyebrow, but tries to keep in mind she's playing
a character::

Brett:
 <Delgado> ::Seethes and ignores Burns::  CO: Very well.  You leave me
little choice.  Name your price.

CO_Beauregard:
 Burns: Now, now, Mr Burns.. he'll be need'n his eyes to count out tha
ransom...  ::eyes glint a bit::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::scans the group for any signs of trouble ready to attempt to
snicker-snack with the cutlass she is not actually any good with -- but
her character is::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::is in the captains quarters on the pirate vessel still upset at being
considered a 'prize'::

Harry_Burns:
 CO: Sir ye might be needing his eyes but he won't be needing his legs
to count the doubloons now would he sir??

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: What price, ye say? Awfully quick to negotiate, aren't ye?
Maybe ye be trying to hide something from me?

CO_Beauregard:
 Burns: Har har!! No, he needn't his legs to count doubloons. Har Har!!

Harry_Burns:
 ::whispers to the captain:: CO: Sir, how's about them thar 1000 pieces
of eight???

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::looks to the captain to see if 1000 pieces of eight is good for him::

CO_Beauregard:
 ::whispers to Burns:: Burns: He cur's bound ta have more where those
came from. But I wonder, how much more?

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::wonders how much 1000 pieces of eight can get one in a time like
this, decides she may need to study up on her earth history::

Harry_Burns:
 ::whispers to Beauregard:: CO: Sir, ye be right 'bout that but if'n he
wants to get his little lassie back he sure to be getting the pieces
of gold fer her.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 CO: Captain, ::sounding her usual vulcan self:: is ransom the standard
custom? ::is unfamilar with pirate life::

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: I tell ye what, good sahr. Besides what ye've already given
us ::indicates treasure chests:: ye can have yer daughter back,
unharmed, for 1000 doubloons.  ::smiles broadly::

CO_Beauregard:
 ::whispers to Alexandra:: CSO: Yes, Capt Beauregard was known for
kidnapping and ransoming his captives back to their families.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::notes her Bolian captain has decidedly fallen into his role with
accent and all -- acting very pirate captanish and not at all starfleet
captainish::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 CO: I see.

Brett:
 <Delgado> ::Blanches but then sadly nods::  CO: Very well.  You will
bankrupt my family, but for my Estrella I will do it.  It will take me
some time to raise the money...perhaps we meet in, three weeks?

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 CO: It seems... uncivilized. ::almost frowns::

CO_Beauregard:
 :: winks to Vulcan science officer, hoping to convey that there's more
to this captain than meets the eye ::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises an eyebrow at the wink uncertain as to its intent::

Harry_Burns:
 CO: Sir, ye fergetting something. I du'na trust him, sir. Never trusted
Spaniards, any way.

Harry_Burns:
 CO: We better begetting to Port Royal quick sir and be there when she
arrives. I smell a rat here.

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: Three weeks? ::incredulous::  Do ye think ye can round up yer
families aginst me in three weeks?  No, sahr, I'll give ye one week.

Brett:
 <Delgado> All: Port Royal?!  What a wretched hive of scum and villany!
Naturally you would select such a place to make the trade.

Brett:
 <Delgado> ::Looks shocked::

Harry_Burns:
 Delgado: You got problems with that you dog.  It twill takes us at
least two weeks to get there.

Brett:
 <Delgado> Burns: I know that, you cretin.  Why do you think I asked for
three?  It will take me time to sell my lands and aquire the money and
then to travel to the meeting place.

CO_Beauregard:
 ::watches the exchange between Burns and Delgado with some amusement.::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::looks back and forth between all the speakers and the captain, trusts
Mash'ev in this environment... surely he knows what he is doing::

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: And I suppose you'll want to meet at the Saragosa Tavern?
::Shakes his head:;  I cannot imagine my daughter even laying eyes on
such a filthy hole.

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: Ah, Cap'n Delgado, don't ye know when a feller's funnin' ye?
Har Har!  The look on yer face.. Tha sooner ye bring the ransom to the
Saragosa Tavern, the sooner ye can see yer beauty of a daughter a'gin.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::wonders why any one would be offended by a hole in the ground::

Brett:
 <Delgaod> CO: I am not amused, Senor.  Now, do I have your word my
daughter will not be harmed or...sullied in any way?  Your word as a
gentleman, and if that is too difficult for you to keep, then your word
as a Captain.

Harry_Burns:
 Delgado: You better be true to yer mouth you behemoth of a pig sucker
and as fer the Tavern don be calling my home that.  ::glares at him::

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: Ah, ye wound me with yer words, Delgado. I give ye my word
that yer daughter will not be harmed. Whether she be sullied will be her
decision.  ::grins::

Harry_Burns:
 Delgado: Ye hava me word as an english gentleman yer little lassie will
not be harmed over me dead body.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::wonders quietly thinks: Were not pirates a lusty lot? Perhaps they
will do as the captain orders because if not... it may mean less
treasure for them::

Brett:
 <Delgado> All: I always keep my word.

Harry_Burns:
 Delgado: Yer better sir or I will end up dead and yer lassie in the
hands of one of me scurvy dogs heer.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::decides that she needs to learn some of the colorful lingo, as she
has no clue as to what these people are saying.... it sounds like
Federation standard... but what is a scurvy dog?::

CO_Beauregard:
 Delgado: And now, Captain Delgado, ye should be on yer way. Ye've a
ransom to collect. ::smiles, not too friendly::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::turns to go back to her own ship, sounding cool and aloof as
always:: CO: Have we brought all their treasure aboard?

Harry_Burns:
 ::pulls his cutlass and escorts the Spaniard to his quarters on his
own ship::  Delgado: Now ye stay here whilst I leave but if'n I see yer
head I will blow ye out of yer britches.

CO_Beauregard:
 Alexandra: Ye'll have to ask Mr Burns, he's tha one who collected it

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::nods:: CO: Aye Sir. ::speaks up to get his attention:: Burns: Mister
Burns!

Harry_Burns:
 ::turns his head as he reboards the ship:: Alexandra me lass... ye want
sum'ting from me?

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::when he arrives:: Burns: Have all the treasure and valuables been
collected?

Harry_Burns:
 Alexandra: Ah yes me lassie all the treasure, rum, and the Captain's
own silverware is aboard the ship lass.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::nods:: Burns: Has the ships cannons been rendered inoperable?

Harry_Burns:
 Alexandra: Aye, me lass, we got half of'em not in service but ta other
uns are fine.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises her vulcan eyebrow:: Burns: Is it wise to leave her in such a
state? Isn't she still a danger to us with servicable cannon? Or have we
removed the ammunition?

Harry_Burns:
 Alexander: Relax me lassie thar munitions are shot, got somehow tossed
over the side of thar ship me thinks.  ::laughs out loud like a pirate
should::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::wonders if that is the right thing to ask...but it seems the logical
thing to ask::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 Burns: That is acceptable. ::nods:: thank you. ::turns to go back to
the helm as a good helmsman should::

CO_Beauregard:
 Alexandra: Make for Port Royal, Alexandra. The wind be with us.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::nods and turns the wheel, figuring the holodeck would sail the ship
to port royal::

CO_Beauregard:
 :: Approaches his cabin. ::

CO_Beauregard:
 :: Opens cabin door.::  Estrella: Ah, me beauty.. whatever shall be
done with ye?

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::glares at the Captain as he enters from where she sits on the edge
of his bed:: CO: Guess that's for you to decide? ::voicing her
displeasure::

Brett:
 Action: The crew begins releasing the ship from its prize and unfurling
the sails.

CO_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Har Har!! Still got some fight left in ye, then?

Brett:
 Action: Within minutes, the Atocha is sailing away, leaving the
battered Esmerelda behind to manage as it can.  The sails fill with wind
and the galleon begins leaping through the waves.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 CO: You think I'd come along like I wanted to be here? 

Harry_Burns:
 ::follows the captain to his quarters:: CO: Sir I gave Delgado my word
as an englishman that she would nare be hurt sir.  Estrella: Shut yer
little tiny mouth lass I promised to keep yuo safe.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::glares at the two men and turns her back on them both::  Harry:
Promises, promises

CO_Beauregard:
 :: Stands over his table, looking at oceanic charts. ::  Estrella: Ye
be my guest, Miss Estrella. Ye'll not be harmed... if ye mind yer
manners.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::turns the wheel at the helm::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 CO: My manners? What about yours? ::turning to look at the Captain::

CO_Beauregard:
 Burns: Ah, Mr Burns. Gather me personal belongings and put them in
D'Orleans's cabin. I'll be bunking with him until we get to Port Royal.
Miss Estrella will be staying in me cabin. And put an extra guard on
tha door.. so no one gets in... or out.

Brett:
 <Crewman> ::Rushes up and clear his thraot::  Burns: Mr. Burns, sir?
That seam's leakin' again.  Can you give us a hand?

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 CO: You are going to guarantee they won't touch me? ::doesn't trust any
of them at the moment::

Brett:
 <Crewman> ::Eyes the lovely hostage::

Harry_Burns:
 Crewman: Leaking again oh alright Im a coming.

CO_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Me manners? Beyond reproach, they be!

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 CO: Time will tell Sir ::Her tone just a tad harsh::

Harry_Burns:
 ::smacks the devil out of the crewman for givin her the eye::
Crewman: Ye do that again an I'll take yer eyes out with the hot spikes.

Brett:
 <Crewman> ::Cowers and runs off::

Harry_Burns:
 Captain/ Missy: I take my leave of ya both. I have a seam to repair.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::turns the wheel looking out at the horizon::

Harry_Burns:
 ::turns and leaves::

CO_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Don't ye worry none, me beauty. ::smiles:: Ye'll be well
cared fer.

Brett:
 Action: The Atocha is sailing west, and the setting sun casts a golden
hue over the water.  It is truly a lovely setting.

Brett:
 <<<<Pause>>>>