<strong>Ailsa MacCrory</strong><br/><br/>So captain MacBert had finally found a suitable target. Blessums. I was still stuck here in the underdeck with Miss Cooky here, prepping meals. Sure the smell down here must have been better than anywhere else in the ship, I'd rather be outside. My cooking skills were okay but not nearly as good as Glory MacFish here. I noticed her that I was going to join up deck and left in a hurry.<br/><br/>When I arrived on deck I was just in time to snatch some rum from Prisoner MacSlut and found a nice position between some other pirates. Surely the target looked easy enough; Slow and sluggish, but vessels like that were almost always armed at least a bit. MacSlut was still moving around the ship deck and I eyed Fara MacRedhead in jealousy as she got her arse bumped by the captured beauty.<br/><br/>MacSpanish was following the captain's orders and all around the ship there was this pre-entering buzz. Blood was to be spilled and plunder to be taken. Life was good, if it wasn't for them bloody English.