"Aye! All hands on deck. Battle stations men, and be quick about it!" Commanded the First Mate in a thunderous voice. The doors to the hull of the ship had flown open. Armed crewmen dressed in nothing but their skivvy's stormed the main deck. Like clockwork. Each man had a role on board the Sea-Witch, and they knew their roles well. A gunner and loader to each cannon. A spotter in the crow's perch, and an armed marksmen beside him. Riflemen holding an assortment of matchlocks, blunderbuss, and loaded pistols prepared for boarders. The sounds of yelling echoed out into the night. "Ensign!" The first mate called. The Ensign begun to inspect each man's station. His duties. To make sure each man was in their proper places. Down to the letter. Not one single hair was to be out of place. Once he had been satisfied with his inspection. He reported back to the first mate. He saluted. "Sir!" The first mate saluted back. "What have you Ensign!?" The Ensign stood in parade stance. "After thorough inspection. It is this Ensign's report that all crewmen are as they should be sir!" The First Mate nodded. "Aye. As you where Ensign!" The Ensign once again saluted. "Thank you sir!" The First Mate returned the salute.<br/><br/>"Captain!" Called out the First Mate. "Aye!?" Responded back a figure who stood at the helm of the ship. His hands wrapped tight around  the wheel. The First mate approached  the man. Known to him and the crew as Captain. The First Mate saluted. "Men are at the ready sir! What are your orders!?" He waited, his hand still raised in mid salute. "At ease John. I think I will address the crew today." The First Mate nodded, and returned to a more casual stance. "Aye Captain." The Captain released his hands from the wheel. Which allowed for the First Mate to take over it's steering. Robert,the name in which he has become known for across the open seas of the Caribbean. Descended down the steps. A sudden gust of wind. Smacked into him. It shook the Captain a little, but he remained a stoic presence. He could tell the wind had picked up. Even his men had started to shake from the cold. To be fair it was a just before sunrise.<br/><br/>"Alright lads!" He yelled out. "You did well. Training exercise pulled off to the letter. As always." The crewmen nodded, and continued to stand by their stations. "I know these last few years have been a nerve racking experience. We've lost a few good men, and believe me when I say that. Each one of you is worth 10 men. That is why losing even a single one of you. Is a tragic lost in it's self" He strolled the deck. Each man met his gaze. "Our operations abroad has brought us it shares of success and failure. Hell. We have even been fired upon by our own Queen's navy." He sighed. "It is worth it though. For I believe our mission will be successful. This is why I have a surprise for all of you fine lads." At that moment, he pointed out towards the rising sun. "Aye! In the distance. The town of free men. The home of thieves, and kings. Nassau!" The men cheered. Nassau,Bahamas. The legendary bastion of all Pirate kind. A place where men who belonged to no crown. Lived merry,drunk, and free. Captain Robert smirked. "You deserve the rest." So their sailed. By mid morning they arrived at port. The atmosphere of a booming pirate town was quite a sight to be seen. Even as their ship made dock. Robert could feel the gaze of several fall upon him and his crew. It was a rare sight. To see Robert's ship in a port town like Nassau. Few knew man, but the rumors of his crew, and ship had become quite a story. Nothing compared to the legends like Captain Kid, Black Beard, or Black Bart. Even with the knolwedge. Bystanders couldn't help but watch the gangplank as it was lowered downward towards the dock. "Well lads. Welcome to a little slice of heaven. Get your fill, and enjoy your time!'