Mary nearly dropped her drink when Captain Tom-Tom mentioned the New Moon's armament.  16 twelve pounders?  The barque she had sailed on to the Caribbean on had carried only 12 guns, and they had been 6 pounders!  And the french lass was to be master gunner.  Well how about that?<br/><br/>And that Frenchman.  Polite cheerful seeming fellow, claimed to be a bit of a musician.  She didn't approach them right away, but kept an eye on both.