Brett:
 Summary: The Delphyne continues on its journey toward the Pacifica
System.  Meanwhile, following a routine rendezvous with a transport
vessel, the senior staff continues its own journey aboard the Atocha
on the Spanish Main.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission - "The Falcon's Gold" - Part 7>>>>>

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::busy ordering sailors around getting the sails back into shape::

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: shouting orders from the poop deck ::  Rigger: Avast, Mr Tremblo!
Ye need ta be more careful like!

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 @::walks out of OPS after being assigned his quarters:: Computer:
Where is the Captain, currently?

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::walks up to the Captain::  Capt:  Well, at least we got them back
::looks at the sails::

Brett:
 <Delgado> ::Watching the proceedings standing beside Beauregard::

Capt_Beauregard:
 <Rigger>:  Aye aye, Cap'n Beauregard!!

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::downbelow dealing with some discipline problems.  Maggots in the stew
again.  continues to yell at the cook.::

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 @<Computer> CTO: The Captain is in Holodeck 2.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Montgomery: Aye, 'tis a good thing, too. I'd hate to have to keel-haul
a certain gunner...

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 @::walks towards the nearest lift and orders it to the holodeck::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::smiles:: Capt:  Ah, capt he was just trying to make a good
impression, a drunk impress but still trying to do good for you.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 <Cook>  ::Stealy regards the first mate and when she finishes yelling
he nods aye his agreement but when her back is turned.. he spits in the
stew.::

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 @::steps out of the lift after the door slides open, walks to short
distance to the holodeck, and requests permission to enter:: Self: I
wonder what they're up to in there.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Finishes yelling at the cook and turns on her heals and heads above
deck.::

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: As I was saying Capitan, Ironface strongly desires the
treasure aboard the Nuestra Senorada de Guadalupe, though I know not
why.  While the gold and silver aboard is plentiful...it would not be a
lifetime's worth.

Brett:
 Action: The arch appears and the doors open, revealing a dawn-lit dock
and the looming shape of a Spanish Galleon.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Montgomery: Aye, 'tis a 'help' the drunkards bring ta tha table.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Delgado: And I intend to find out why Ironface wants it so badly.

Brett:
 Action: Men scramble to ready the ship for sea, and shouted commands
echo from the wooden vessel.

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::walks onto the Atocha, and cautiously looks around at his
surroundings::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Reaches the top deck and sees the Capt.  Walks over to him.::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Montgomery: I don't suppse ye have anything ta cure a hangover?

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::looks for the Captain, specifically anything marking a man as the
Captain::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 CO:  Ahhh Capt!  There you are.  Cook says the food wil be ready in
approximately 15 mins.

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::sees the uniform arrive on the deck, steps down from the helm:: CTO:
Greetings... I am the Chief Science Officer, Syrna Rhykmal... who are
you?

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::grins:: Capt: I don't believe there is anything to cure a handover,
well expect more brew

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::looks at the new voice:: CSO: I'm the new Chief Tac Officer, Cadet
Shawn Ander. Where's the Captain? I need to report to him.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::sees a starfleet crewmember on the deck and walks up to him, and
with his best pirate accent he pulls his knife and presses to the CTO's
chest:: CTO: What be your business on board this ship!

Brett:
 INFO: The cadet is addressed by a Vulcan woman clad in tight pants, a
ruffled shirt and wearing a large cutlass on her hip.

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::grabs at the knife and attempts to disarm the man::

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 CTO: The good captain... Mash'ev is over there... ::points...:: though
here he is known as Captain Beauregard.

Capt_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Very good, Rabican. ::whispers:: Make sure mine is mostly
edible, please.

Brett:
 Action: The maneuver catches Abernathy off-0guard and the young cadet
succesfully strips the knife from the surprised Betazoid.

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::sees what the counselor is doing:: CNS: Counselor please.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Capt:  Edible.. I think he spat in it again.   he doesn't like to be
yelled yet. But the good thing is, the maggots are kept to a minimum.
::looks at the situation brewing before her::  I hope you put the
safeties on... I'd hate to stitch up someone when I'm having a good
time.

Capt_Beauregard:
 ::notices a commotion:: All:  What be tha meaning of 'dis?

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::gives the CTO an appraising eyebrow raise::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::smiles as the cadet takes the knife:: CTO: Very good Cadet, I am glad
you have learned something at the academy

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 Captain: May I introduce our Chief Tactical Officer... Mister Ander.

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::grins:: CNS: You bet. ::hears the Captain and moves up to him:: CO:
Sir, Cadet Ander repor-- ::realizes the CSO beat him to it::

Capt_Beauregard:
 CTO: Very good, Mr Ander. Welcome aboard! ::smiles::  Do you know
anything about pirates?

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::looks at the new comer.::

Brett:
 INFO: The Captain cuts a dashing figure in his leather pants, shirt
vest and long coat.  The feathered hat contrasting nicely with the
Bolian's natural blue color.

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::looks around for a moment and then back to Captain:: CO: Not much,
sir, but I'm a quick learner.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::extends hand:: CTO: Donnie Llewellyn, ships counselor

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::reaches and shakes the CNS's hand:: CNS: Nice to meet you.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 CTO:  Hellow Cadet... I'm Cmdr Nita Santiago, the ships doctor.  You
and I need to make an appointment.  ::Smiles::

Brett:
 Action: The lines are cast off and the large ship begins to make its
way to sea.

Capt_Beauregard:
 CTO: Time to learn then. Get below decks and have the computer fashion
more suitable attire and join us!

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::turns around to the CMO:: CMO: Of course. Let me know when.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 CTO:  As soon as we are finished here.  ::Grins::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 CMO: You have one that actually wants to vist you, CTO: How about my
office, would you be so eager to have your psy eval ::smiles::

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 CO: Aye aye, sir. CMO: Looking forward to it. ::heads below deck as
directed, and gets the proper set of clothing::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Montgomery:  Yeah I noticed.  he must be really sick....  ::Ponders
that.::

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::re-emerges in a typical set of pirate clothing:: CNS: After I visit
her first. ::points to the CMO::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Chuckles at the CTO::  Montgomery: Sorry Doc, but I'm cuter.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::wanders out of the Captains cabin dressed similiar to the Pirates
having shed her dress for something more suitable and heads in
Beauregard's direction::

CTO_Cdt_Ander:
 ::notices the woman heading towards the Captain, eyes her cautiously::

Brett:
 Action: The Atocha sails into the rising sun, the waves splashing along
the hull.

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::gets back up to the wheel and begins to make sail for where they
were headded::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::glances at the newcomer and sides up next to the Captain::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Ah, loverly Estrella.. this look suits you, it does!

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Rolls her eyes at the Capt.::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Capt: Thank you ::twirls around in front of him briefly before moving
to his side again::

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::sets course for Vera Cruz::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::relaxes when he sees the woman is a friendly, tries to blend in as a
pirate::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::walks over to the Cadet:: CTO: Better watch her, she is frisky
::grins and walks on::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Estrella: And what happened to that pretty dress o' yers?

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::smirks, looks at on the open sea::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Sees that the Capt is preoccupied now heads off in the opposte
direction yelling orders.::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Capt: Left it in your quarters, this is more comfortable.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::leans on the railing looking at the ocean::

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 CO: Captain: I suggest that we order full sail now... we will need as
much wind power as possible to catch up to Ironface, given his
extensive lead.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Sevastapool: Aye, full sail. ::not really looking::

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::notes the captain is looking all dreamy eyed at the hologram::
Self: Ah.

Brett:
 <Gunner> ::Approaches Fabricus, wiping the powder soot from his
sweating face::  Fabricus: Beggin' yer pardon sor, but the lads were
wonderin what shot to set for the first volley...

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 CMO: D'Orleans.... get these sailors to give me full sail.

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::turns to the gunner:: Gunner: Er, shot? ::realizes he doesn't know
much about pirate weapons::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::hears Alexandra and nods::  Sevastapool:  That is Sir, get these
sailors to give me full sail.  ::Grins::

Brett:
 <Gunner> Fabricus: Aye, shot...Will be be usin' chain or round shot as
we close.. ?

Capt_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Now, what can ye do? Hmm? Got to find a place on the crew for
ye?  ::smiling, thinking out loud ::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Crew:  Get those sails up!   Sails full!!

Arend_Fabricus:
 Gunner: Right! Chain sounds good, no?

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::smiles as she watches the Pirates:: Capt: I'd like that. 

Brett:
 <Gunner> Fabricus: Aye sor, very well...we'll make sure that scurvy dog
Ironface hasn't a square yard a' canvas left afore we board him and
scuttle his tub.  ::Cackles and rushes off::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::moves closer to the new CTO:: CTO: Havin problem's with the gunner,
he is a bit drunk.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Watches as the crewmen scramble around.::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::smiles as the gunner leaves, and turns to the Doctor:: CNS: Yeah, I
figured so.

Brett:
 Action: The crew rushes to do the officer's bidding; the heavy sails
are run up the yards and set, unfurling majestically int he stiff
breeze.  With so much canvas aloft, the Atocha fairly leaps ahead, the
bow spray reaching the upper deck as she dances over the wave tops.

Brett:
 Action: As dolphins race inthe ship's bow wake, the masts creak with
the strain of bearing such a load.  The crew watch the wooden yards and
stays obviously concerned.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::watches the unsecured cannon move as the ship rocks:: CTO: Mate, you
might want to secure your guns before they get away ::walks off::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::looks to the cannon and, as discreetely as possible, rushes to strap
it down::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::laughes, as he looks over his shoulder and walks on towards the
helm::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Can ye tie a knot or a bend?

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: tries to keep one eye on the sails ::

Brett:
 INFO: The Atocha makes good time and by early afternoon (the holodeck
accelerates the time) another vessel can be seen on the horizon.  As
time passes, the ship grows in size until it is seen through a glass to
be another Galleon...Ironface's ship: The Reaver.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Capt:  Capt!  Ship ahead!  ::Stands at the stern::

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: Peers into the distance::  D`Orleans: "tis Ironface, I'll wager!

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::begins readying all the gunmen, and grins at the prospect of a
coming battle::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Capt:  No doubt... I'd know that bucket of bolts anywhere... Shall I
order weapons ready>

Capt_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Aye, weapons to the ready. Be prepared to drop sails before
they shoot at us, too

Brett:
 Action: Below the main deck, ont he cramped, hot and muggy gun deck,
the gun crews ready their heavy cannon.  Small boys, powder monkeys,
rush sacks of powder to the guns and heavy six pound balls, linked
together with chain, are rammed down the barrels by sweating men.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Capt:  Aye Sir.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Arend:  Ready cannons!   Crew:  Prepare to lower sails!

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::yells out from where he is:: Rabican: Cannons at the ready!

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::runs over and graps a rope ready to help lower the sails when given
the order::

Brett:
 Action: Ahead, suddenly,t eh Reaver turns to port and veers away from
her original course.  She angles off to the south.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Capt:  Canons are ready!

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Sevastapool:  Alter course.. prepare to follow!

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: What is he up to?  The Guadalupe is to the west...why
would he be veering south.  Unless he knows you are after him and does
not wish to engage two foes.

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: Wonders what tactics pirates knew back then? ::  Delgado: Blast! He
must know we're behind him...

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::nods and turns the wheel appropriately::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::moves about on the deck helping prepare the ship for the upcoming
battle which she knows is coming::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Delgado: Ye might be right, Delgado? I know he'd not run from a battle.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::wonders how good the captains modern battle tactics will be against
a 17th century foe::

Brett:
 Action: As the Atocha heels over to follow, an ominous crack thunders
across the ship.  The foremast bends sideways at an angle.  Men shout
and rush to lower the foresails before the mast gives way completely.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Continues to yell orders::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::hears the crack and flinches, waits for the order to fire::

Brett:
 <crewman> Rabican: We'll have to strike the foresails sir...he mast
can't handle the strain!

Capt_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: How close are we?

Brett:
 INFO: The Reaver is still out of cannon range and now directly ahead
of the Atocha.  It looks to be a chase.

Alexandra_Sevastapool:
 ::turns the ship so that the wind won't be stressing the sails::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Capt:  We are gaining Sir...it will be another few minutes.

Capt_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: We should have momentum on our side..  :: sounding not too
much like a pirate on that comment ::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::looks around to make sure there isn't any holes yet, hears the
shouts topside::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Looks up at the sails::  Capt:  If the masts hold up Sir.

Capt_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Aye, the sails..  Strike the foresails, we should still be
able to gain them soon.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Crewman:  Strike the foresails!

Brett:
 INFO: Ahead, huge sheets of canvas can be seen filling with wind on
the Reaver's masts.  It seems they too are using all the sail they
have.  Far in the distance...barely visible through a looking glass,
a small island comes into view.

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::wonders how much longer it will be::

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: Of course!  Ironface Key!  The coward is running for
his base.

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: Looks at Delgado:: Delgado: What do ye know of his base?

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::grunts in frustration::

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: ::Shrugs::  What everyone knows...it is small fortress,
a few cannon and buildings.  I certainly would not want to fight
against it as the waters near the key are shallow and a vessel this
size would easily run aground.

Brett:
 <Delgado> CO: Ironface is probably trying to get to the island to
force you into a land confrontation .

Brett:
 INFO: With their new advantage in speed, the Reaver pulls away from
the Atocha.  As the ships approach the Key, the crew sees it is, in
fact, a series of small islands.  The Reaver is lost among them as
dusk sets in.  By the time the Atocha reaches a position off Ironface
Key, the Reaver is no where to be seen...but lights from the
fortress beckon.

Brett:
 <<<<Pause>>>>