The third part of this story.
The Deliverance-
http://www.picable.com/Objects/Books/The-Deliverance.2441751
The Deliverance Flag-
http://www.picable.com/Objects/Culture/The-Deliverance-Flag.2420031
Scurvy the Dog-
http://www.picable.com/Objects/Culture/Scurvy-The-Dog.2406621
A Sailors Life for Me
Part 1-
http://quazen.com/arts/beastcat-a-sailors-life-for-me/
Part 2-
http://authspot.com/short-stories/beastcat-a-sailors-life-for-me-part-two/
Part 3-
http://authspot.com/novels/beastcat-a-sailors-life-for-me-part-three/
The Deliverance
Part 1-
http://quazen.com/arts/beastcat-the-deliverance/
Part 2-
http://authspot.com/short-stories/beastcat-the-deliverance-part-two/
The next day Laela and I left to crew to get the ship ready for sail while we went and got the information that we needed to get so we could pay our dues and keep our license. The people of the city were still looking at us like we didn’t belong and some even went as far as to show distaste for us. No one was willing to show aggression though; they knew that we could cut them down and walk away without a scratch.
We entered the East India Trading Company office at an early hour with intention to set out as soon as we could, what we found was not what I expected. “What do you mean that he took the Oxley? He was told that he should stay put and await orders.”
“Do we have a problem?” I smiled as we walked in to DeFoe’s office. “It seems is something is amiss.”
“One of our people took one of our ships and went after a privateer ship.” DeFoe snarled. “He said something about the pirates daughter and I think he was planning to ask her to marry him.”
“Do you think he needs any help?” I asked.
“No.” DeFoe said reaching into his desk and tossing an envelope on the desk. “This is the maps and locations of the bases you can drop our ten percent off. I will also leave you messages whenever I can.”
“I need something more.” I grunted.
He looked up and grunted as he signed some papers. “What else do you need? You have a ship a crew and enough supplies to cover you for at least six months at sea.”
“I need one more think.” I said. “Do yoo know where I can find a porter?”
“A Teleporter?” His eyes widened. “What the hell would you ant on of them for? Most of them do not even get on ships.”
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