Machiathemarshwiggle
First Mate
Machia tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned around he deposited an pile of navy uniforms into her arms, which he had taken from a trunk against one of the walls... "Arrrr... Here be all the uniforms we'll be needin'... That's the one good thing 'bout bein' aboard a navy ship. If ye ever need ter impersonate a British sailor there 'taint be no need ter waste time sewin' disguises... They come ready made with the boat..." He gave a crooked smile and turned to speak to Azgar..."And remember, it's YOU not YE..." Fyn shouted after her. "And you must stop dropping your 'g's'..." Fyn instructed following her up, going to get the supplies needed to start the uniforms.
"Gar, first, as to whether yer a pirate or not... All ye have ter do is ter say the phrase... "Arrrr!! Ye better be watchin' yerself me-buckle or ye'll find yerself takin' a long walk down a short plank, ye lousy, good fer nothin', yellow bellied sea rat!" 'bout ten times an' promise ye won't never spit on the Jolly Roger, mess around with Twilight's cannons or steal me apples, an' we'll call ye an honorary rum-guzzlin' buccaneer... Savvy?" The First Mate gave a short laugh and took another apple from the barrel... He bit into the apple and continued...Late, Azgar rushed in just as they were leaving. "I wasn't sure whether I qualified as a 'pirate' or not... I mean, I've been with you for awhile, but I don't know..." He took one glance at Machia's apple and knew there had been some serious thinking going on. "So," he asked, "What plans are we making today?"
"Second, as ter what we're doin'... It is our intent to impersonate a bunch o' british sailors, shuffle over ter that thar port over thar, get us a bunch o' supplies an' then be on our merry way... That's about the size o' it, mate..." Machia walked over to the door, "An' now if ye'll excuse me I gotta go make sure the crew what's goin' ashore is ready an' that Norrington's been properly threatened so he won't go spillin' the beans ter any o' his navy friends at the port..." He walked out an slammed the door behind him...
Outside on the deck The First Mate could see the land coming ever nearer to them... Many ships already lay anchored in the bay and Machia realized that the only way that they wouldn't raise anyone's suspicions was if they too anchored themselves in the bay... He turned his disembodied voice so it carried through the entire ship...
"Arrrrr! Listen up ye worthless sea dogs... We're gonna be anchorin' in the bay o' a British controlled port, so we can get some much needed supplies... This will of course mean that no one is allowed to be seen on deck unless they're wearin' a navy uniform an' are lookin' at least half-way presentable... That means if yer face is covered in dirt, you have ter wash at least half o' it before comin' on deck... Preferably the half that'll be facin' the land..." he added and gave another crooked smile... "Oh, an' those o' ye who volunteered ter retrieve the supplies, ye'll life boat'll be in the water an' ready whenever ye are... ARRR!!"
Machia shut off his DV and turned to watch a ship that was sailing past their port side into the harbor... The crew on it's main deck seemed to be doing something odd... The First Mate took a spyglass from his pocket and turned it towards the ship... Many of the sailors were looking towards the Dauntless and pointing at it's sails... Machia drew the spyglass from his eye and whipped quickly around to see what would have drawn their attention... Suddenly he saw it... At the very top of the main mast, the Jolly Roger was flying freely in the wind....