Brett:
 Summary: The Delphyne continues on its way to the Pacifica Sector.
Along the way she rendezvous with another vessel and transfers a new
crewmember aboard.  As he walks through the halls searching for the
senior staff, those worthies are continuing their "training" in
holodeck 2.

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Brett:
 INFO: The Atocha rests at anchor in the darkness, outside the range of
the fortress' guns.  The Captain and his stalwart pirate band prepare
their attack.

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: Keeping alert for any sign of the bad guys. ::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::is checking over the blade as he waits::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::is wandering the deck::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::In quarters, tidying up the uniform.::

Harold_Burns:
 ::following Ms Delgado but a ways back::

Harold_Burns:
 Self: No one of these scurvy worm ridden crew will never hurt me lady.

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::moves over to the captain and speaks in a quiet voice:: CO: Sir, are
we almost ready to land?

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Computer: Locate the CO.

Brett:
 <Computer> CEO: The Captain is in Holodeck 2

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Self: That's odd. ::Checks messages::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Fabricus: Aye, soon.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::stops and leans against the rail::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::nods and resumes checking over his blade::

Capt_Beauregard:
 D'Orleans: Change o' plans. Stay aboard and watch the ship. I'll be
sendin' a signal if we needs help.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::walks up to the CO, the cutlass giving her walk a sway that is not
typical of her vulcan self::

Harold_Burns:
 ::continues on untill he meets her::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 CO: I am ready to go with the... ::was about to say away team::
...raiding party. ::emotionless::

Harold_Burns:
 ::bows low:: Delgodo: Ah me lady and how ar ye today?

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::laughs lightly:: Harry: Doing well thank you. ::bowing her head
slightly::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Sevastapol: Aye, round up the raidin' party and we be leaving in cover
of darkness

Harold_Burns:
 Delgado:  Good to here me lady and how are the lads treating ye today?

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::hears the captain and moves near him, ready to leave::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Harry: They're treating me just fine. 

Harold_Burns:
 ::looks down to the floor as it pains him not to see her in her gown
anymore::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Exits Quarters to head to Holodeck 2::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Harry: What's wrong? ::frowns slightly::

Harold_Burns:
 Delgado: Me lady it pains me ta see ya not in ye gown.  You looked
quite pretty whilst you had it on.  Made ye look beautiful.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Harry: It's easier for me to move around deck like this. ::letting out
a sigh::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Approaches the door to the holodeck... straightens up and enters::

Harold_Burns:
 Delgado: Yea me lady that it does but I still like ye in yer gown.

Brett:
 Action: Again the arch appears, this time in the middle of the main
deck.  The young engineer steps aboard a Spanish Galleon as grubby crew
in pirate garb move about him.  It is night and the moon glints off
the waters.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::Smiles slightly:: Harry: Thank you

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::notes the officer:: CO: Sir,  you got another one.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::calls all who are going in the "raiding party" ::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Struggles with footing not expecting to be at sea while his face
cringes at the smell of sea air::::

Harold_Burns:
 Delgado: Me lady da sea tis beautiful this evening isn't it.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Fabricus: eh? ::sees the Starfleet uniform::  

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Looking about to see if he can tell what is real and what is
simulation::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::nods to Harry and turns as Sevastapol calls:: Harry: I guess that's
us ... if you are joining us?

Capt_Beauregard:
 CEO: Greetings, ensign.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::sees the captain talking to a new person and raises her Vulcan
eyebrow at him:: CEO: I do believe you are underdressed... ::dead pan::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Beauregard: Ensign Quinn reporting for duty sir.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Shrugs a little to Alexandra's comment::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::rests her hand on the cutlass on her tightly leather clad hip::

Harold_Burns:
 ::looks at Alex:: Sevastapol: Hold yer tounge be thar in a minute.

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::grins at Alexandra's comment::

Capt_Beauregard:
 CEO: Well, Ensign Quinn, I believe our CSO is quite correct, you are
poorly underdressed.

Harold_Burns:
 Delgado: Me lady I must take me leave of ya.  Do be cautious me lass.

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: Indicates the crew's pirate garb. ::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Beauregard: Sir, had I known I'd've brought my eyepatch.

Capt_Beauregard:
 CEO: Well, get dressed and back here on the double.

Harold_Burns:
 ::bows and walks down the deck towards Alexander with his hand on both
his cutlasses::  Sevastapol: I had to take me leave of Ms. Delgado.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Beauregard: Aye aye.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::sighs as the pirates move off::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Turns around::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Computer: Computer, Exit.

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::growing impatient, having lost the opportunity to battle on the sea,
and now having to wait to land::

Harold_Burns:
 ::turns around and takes a long look at Ms. Delgado and feels an
emptiness in his soul::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Sevastapol: 'round up the raiding party and let's be off!

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::begins tossing his blade around in uncareful manner, catching it as
it comes down::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Exits holodeck double-timing back to quarters::

Harold_Burns:
 Self: But wait a second, I thought she was supposed to go.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 CO: Raiding party is rounded up... let us depart.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::follows the pirates::

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard:  Sir wasn't Ms. Delgado supposed ta go within us?

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::hearing the Captain, grabs his blade and follows closely behind him::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Burns: Aye, she was?

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Computer: Computer, I need pirate clothing circa late, uhhh, 1700's
Earth.

Harold_Burns:
 ::waves his hand to her to join them::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Burns:  ::whispers:: Keep an eye on her, mind? Don't let her come to
any harm, d'ye hear?

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::joins the others and stands next to harry and the captain::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Enters quarters... scans around the room looking for the
replicator::

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard: Sir that you do not need ta say.  No harm will come ta her.
I will give me life to protect her.

Brett:
 Action: In short order the CEO is fitted with faded dungarees which
end at mid calf, a blousy cotton shirt and leather vest.  A headscarf
and clip-on golden ear ring complete the ensemble.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Self: That should do it.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Double times it back to HD2::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::waits on the CO to lead the sailors off the ship::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::looks around the group::

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: Trying to wait for the CEO before leaving ::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Almost runs into the Holodeck doors upon returing::

Capt_Beauregard:
 All: Let's go over the plan agin. Don't rush into anything and don't
fire yer weapon off at the first thing ye see.. we need to use stealth.

Dr_Abernath_Montgomery:
 ::walks on to the deck from below, and looks around::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Comes to stand by the assembled group::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::spots the Dr:: Montgomery: 'Ey! ::tosses the blade he took before
to the Dr::

Capt_Beauregard:
 All: Right? Any questions? No? good. Let's be off.

Dr_Abernath_Montgomery:
 ::reaches up and catches the blad:: TO: Thank yea, lad

Harold_Burns:
 ::smiles::  Beauregard: Sir I be the stealthliest of all yar dogs.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Burns: Aye and ye already have a mission, recall?

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::smiles and looks back to the Captain::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::listens to the captain and the others::

Brett:
 Action: The crew readies two whale boats, one already filled with
eager and burly crewmen.

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard: Aye sir and ye bet yer soul I will carryit out.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Beauregard: Sir... I feel a little unprepared for "action".

Capt_Beauregard:
 CEO: Then, by all means, don't rush into anything.  ::grins::   Don't
worry, ensign, the computer will compensate.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Looks around for some kind of a weapon to bring ::

Harold_Burns:
 ::glares at the new commer:: CEO: Hey yer new. Whats ye name son?

Capt_Beauregard:
 CEO: Perhaps a belaying pin?

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::hands a nearby cutlass and his own pistol to the CEO:: CEO: You'll
need these. ::grins::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Arend: Thanks.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Harold: Name's Kieran.

Capt_Beauregard:
 ::nods ::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Looks over the pistol::

Harold_Burns:
 Keiran:  Ah an ye be from where???

Capt_Beauregard:
 All:  Alright ye mangey lot, let's move!

Dr_Abernath_Montgomery:
 :;places the retuned knife away and walks around helping out where
needed, usually staying out of the way of the capable crew::

Harold_Burns:
 ::looks at himself:: Self: Mangey??? I think not.

Arend_Fabricus:
 CO: Aye, sir! ::moves to get to the other boat::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Harold: Stories are best told over victory parties, you'll have to
wait.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::leaves with the group::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::makes sure her dagger and small pistol are in her belt::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Makes his way onto the craft::

Harold_Burns:
 ::squints one eye:: Keiran: Lass ye better watch how ye talk here. Fer
sure if you make one tiny mistake, the lads will string ye up on the
yard arm.

Brett:
 Action: The staff moves into the whaleboat and it is lowered to the
waves below.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Harold: I'm no lass.

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::snickers at the conversation between Harold and Keiran:: Harold:
'ey! Lay off the poor boy! He's with me.

Harold_Burns:
 Kieran: Hm....well ye look like the female type.....but you have my
appologies lad.

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard: Just applolgizing to him. Sir. No big deal.

Capt_Beauregard:
 :: Silent but trying to recall how 17th century tactics might play
out. ::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 Harold: Ya ben at sea too long dog.

Harold_Burns:
 ::watches out for his lady::

Harold_Burns:
 Kieran: I was just being shown how to kill me first man while ye were
still inside yer moms.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::taking note of the people in the party so I won't confuse them::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::keeps her thoughts to herself as she listens to harry and Kieran::

Harold_Burns:
 Kieran: Sit here laddy and ye will be safe enough.

Brett:
 Action: Propelled by strong sailors, the two whaleboats are rowed
toward the island.  Ahead, the small fortress can be seen lit by
torches along its wooden palisade.

Harold_Burns:
 Delgado: Me lady are you settled ok?

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Harry: As well as I can be. ::laughing thinking of the blisters she'll
have later::

Dr_Abernath_Montgomery:
 ::setting on the boat::  Burns:  Leave the poor, lass alone.  I am sure
she is fine, and doens't want to be bothered by the likes of you!

Harold_Burns:
 ::glares ad the doc:: Montgomery: You need to be tending toyer trade
doctor.

Arend_Fabricus:
 CO: 'ey, sir. 'ave ya got a plan yet?

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::wonders why they keep fighting over her::

Arend_Fabricus:
 Harold: And you need to be watching your mouth sir. Disrespect will
not be tolerated.. ::nods to the CNS::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::sitting in the boat in a hushed tone:: All: Quiet all of you...
voices carry well across the waves...

Harold_Burns:
 ::glares at the Doctor but knows better than to let the enemy hear
his voice::

Dr_Abernath_Montgomery:
 ::looks at Burns:: Burns: don't worry, Mr. Burns I won't forget my
trade.  Especially when you come to me for some more ointment for your
itching problem located in the gronal region ::smiles::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Fabricus: Aye. They might be expecting us or they might not. Only one
way 'ta know, though.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::glares at the doc and shakes her head::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Crew: Oarsman, steer us towards the river.

Harold_Burns:
 ::starts to say something but knows better::  Self: Yea and yer will
get yers when we get back too.

Brett:
 Action: A cannon in the fortress booms, illuminating a corner of the
structure with a flash and then a halo of smoke.  A few seconds later
a spalsh of water geysers up fifty yards away from the boats.

Dr_Abernath_Montgomery:
 Beauregard: I would say they are expecting us

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Wonders what they shot at, trying to see::

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard: Best make for shore soon.  We will be getting into their
range soon.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Montgomery: Aye, and D'Orleans will be moving the ships 'ta safety..

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::would groan but she's Vulcan, agrees with the doctor:: CNS: It
appears so.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Burns: There be no chance of a frontal assault. We go upriver and try
to sneak in from the side

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::wonders if swimming ahead of the boats and reconing would be
feasible::

Harold_Burns:
 ::rubs chin::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 Beauregard: It seems we have lost the element of surprise...

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::tries to get comfortable in her seat and hopes they don't get sunk::

Brett:
 Action: Hearing the Captain's words, the rowers turns the boat; the
other small craft following.  Soont he two boats are moving around the
side of the island while the fortress fires several more shots into the
bay in a vain hope of hitting what they can't see.

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard: Just let me off over there::points to the shoreline with
shrubs and trees:: and I'll make them think that the whold kit-and-
caboodle of us be attacking from the front.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Sevastapol: I be hoping they don't know we're already sneaking towards
'em.  An' the Atocha is out of range.

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard: Then ye can come from the side and not be noticed.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 CO: With the cannon fire... it seems logical to assume they know we
are coming...

Harold_Burns:
 ::pats his bag on his back::

Harold_Burns:
 Beauregard: A little black magic me gots from a friend.

Brett:
 Action: Soon the two craft reach the mouth of a small river running
from the jungle to the sea.  This side of the island is dark, and
quiet; the fortress having fallen silent.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Sevastapol: May hap luck be with us, still?

Capt_Beauregard:
 Burns: Ye still have yer mission.

Dr_Abernath_Montgomery:
 ::wonders if he should tell Burns, that black magic gets people burned
at the stake::

Harold_Burns:
 ::whispers to the captain:: Beauregard: Sir it is too quiet and me
don't like this I will stay close to the lass.

Brett:
 Action: As the boats move into the river mouth, the jungle closing in
on both sides of them, the anachronistic sound of the hailing speaker
sounds loudly in the night air.

Brett:
 <Bridge> CO: Bridge to the Captain.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Self: for the love of....

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::raises an eye at the comm::

Harold_Burns:
 ::turns head:: Beauregard: Sir, what did I just hear??

Capt_Beauregard:
 <Computer>: Pause.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises an eyebrow::

Capt_Beauregard:
 Bridge: Captain here, go ahead.

Brett:
 <Bridge> CO: Sorry to disturb your "training" sir, but you are
receiving a message from Starfleet Command.  Coded for your eyes only.

Arend_Fabricus:
 ::groans::

Arend_Fabricus:
 ALL: Timing is everything.

Capt_Beauregard:
 Bridge: Understood, on my way.

Capt_Beauregard:
 All: Well, let's try to remember where we are.  ::smiles::

Brett:
 <Bridge> CO: Aye aye sir.  Arrrr.  ::Snicker::  (Com signs off)

Brett:
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