“Everybody,” Captain Nicolas Blue yelled out, getting everyone’s attention, “We will reach our destination on the twenty third of November, today being the eighteenth. We have an ambush planned on a large merchant ship down in the Bay of Biscay.”
At this point of time, the whole crew was on the deck, listening to Captain Nicolas, he continued, “When the bell rings six times, our French flag will be raised, and all will quiet. Rowdiness will turn to the sound of merchants working the sails. Guns will be reduced by seventy-five percent, and ninety percent of the crew will go in to the hold, ready to come out.” He highly stressed the numbers he gave out. “I need my cabin boys to see if the ship’s hull is high or low, its firepower, and ship type.”
Captain Blue paused, and thought for a moment, “Voices travel far at sea, new recruits. Don’t ask questions while you can see any ship. Ask them inside a cabin, in the hold, the hull, or when there is no ship nearby.”
He went back onto the normal discussion.
“Edward Teach the Fourth, our Sailing Master already knows where to travel, and how to approach it. Once the bells ring once, the guns go off, we board the ship, and we break loose hell.”
A few men cheered, as Captain Nicolas finished, “Though, that will be a few days from now, so relax, drink, and be merry.”
Captain Nicolas stopped his speech and walked into his cabin.
A FEW DAYS LATER OF DRUNKS, GAMBLING, AND SLEEPING.
It was November 23rd, and a bell rung six times, and the ship went completely silent. A French flag was raised up, and guns and crew size was reduced drastically. The boat was put on a different route, which would get very close to the merchant ship.
The cabin boys walked around casually, acting as if they were sailors. Though, they were secretly relaying messages from person to person, until the messages got to the important people. The boat’s hull was low, which meant their load was heavy, the boat seemed heavily armed, etc. All was quiet for sometime.