Brett:
 Summary: With some spare time on their hands during the long journey to
Pacifica, the senior staff of the Delphyne can resume their piratical
adventure in the holodeck.

Brett:
 Summary: The pirate vessel Atocha, with its lovely hostage turning
recruit Estrella, arrives in Jamaica for the rendezvous with her father
who expects to pay handsomely for her return.  But, will she go home or
stay with the crew to live a new life as a pirate?

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission: "The Falcon's Gold - Part 4">>>>>

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::In her pirates uniform she looks like the dashing young first
preganant mate...with a chocolate bar in hand she survey's the
situation.::

Brett:
 INFO: The sun is setting on the Spanish Main as the Galleon Atocha
makes its way into the Jamaican Bay.  The city of Port Royal is already
alive with lights from many torches as the night life of the privateers
starts early.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::at the helm steering the ship in::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 All:  Alright you scurvy scums  get those sails trimmed...  Alexandra:
Bring her in nice and easy.  ::Looks around for the capt.::

Captain_Beauregard:
 Sevastapol: Steady as she goes, Mr Sevastapol, steady as she goes...

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard: Ahhh there you are Capt.  Didn't see you there... Guess I
should get some glasses.  ::Flashes him a big smile.::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::leaning over the edge of the ship, with his bottle in hand.  Looking
no more or no less depressed then normal::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Quite a'right, Rabican me mate. What news of yon port do ye
hear?  ::smiles::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 Beauregard: Aye, sir.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Well, Sir... I should tell ya

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::stands on the deck the wind blowing in her hair::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  The natives are restless and I hear oh daddy is around....
also maybe a bit about a possible kidnappin too....

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  It seems that you are not the only one who fancies this
dear lady.

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Har! I feel sorry for the sot who tries to kidnap Ms
Estrella!

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Oh, wait..  'sides us, o'course.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Oh and more importantly... the raised the price of rum
again... there should be a hanging

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::almost smiles as she somewhat enjoys the wind blowing through her
short hair... wonders briefly if she chose the wrong career... but alas
there are no sailing boats like this on Vulcan::

Brett:
 Action: Under Alexandra's practiced hand, the Atocha pulls up to a
vacant dock with smooth grace.  Soon, lines are being tied off and the
ship is secured to the warf.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  I can still toss her over the side if you like... I really
don't mind.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::takes another swig off his bottle finish and tosses it into the sea,
and turns as the ship docks::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::glances back at the Captain and shakes her head with a frown hearing
the words from D`Orleans::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Aye, 'tis mutinous to raise the price of rum.. more
kidnappin' we be doing just to drink ter our hearts content..  
::looks sad::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Thinks back to her Grandmothers stories... apparently in her family
there was quite the famous Pirate... and for the life of her she can't
remember his name.::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Not yet, Rabican... but if'n she puts up a fight like she
done before.. well, I can't tell ye what to do then! Har!

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::tries to get into her character and act like Syrna of Vulcan thinks
her holonovel counter part would, tries a bit of a saunter, but its just
not the same without D'Von around... almost sighs as she misses him::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Aye Sir, maybe we can liberate some... I think one of the
taverns owe us anyway...but even if they don't I'm sure they have extra
we can borrow.

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Oh, I'm sure we can call if a few favors...

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Why bother, when it's just there for the takin... ::laughs
and takes another bite of chocolate.::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::lets out a sigh thinking of her father and the events that led to
this point in time::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::in her cool Vulcan tones:: Beauregard: Do you think we should form an
away team and send them to this bar to ensure the good Captain has come
with his promised goods in exchange for his prodgeny?

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 Rabican:  I could use another bottle, I will no double be collecting on
one of those favors

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Grins:: Beauregard:  Aye Sir... we shall call in favours then.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Looks at the CSO:  Sevastapol:   That is not very pirate like you
know.

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Prepare to go a'shore, Rabican. :: Smiles:: We have a
certain wealthy man to meet!

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises an eyebrow and clears her throat and ponders what words she
should have used::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::wraps his arm around Alexandara::  Sevastapol: My dear, what is this
away team you speak of. ::wonders how long the CSO will let him keep his
arm there, he smiles as he knows vulcans don't like to be touched::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Meet Kill, take him for all he is worth... all the same
thing...  ::Grins::  How many should I go with this time?  You want
discreet or bang heads...

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::looks at Llewellyn then at his hand then back to his face::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: well, now.. I was thinkin' we should have reinforcements
close by.. just in case.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::grins, acting probaby a little to drunk.  But he feels that he is
only acting out his character. He releases the CSO::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::listens to the Captain and D`Orleans talking::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 Montgomery: Ah... I see...

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Not that I didna trust him.. I just want to be sure.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Aye Sir... then the good Dr if he can keep his hands off
Alex and Alex shall go with me and I'll have some of the crew wait
outside.  If it is boring I'll have them confiscate a couple barrels of
rum as they stand around.

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: And I'll be meetin' the noble Delgado...  ::lets the thought
drift off::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ~~~CSO: All in good fun, you should losen up a bit and enjoy your
self.~~~~

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Grins and the CNS and winks.::

Brett:
 Action: Soon, a shore party is formed to escort the Captain, his
hostage and the other "officers" to the meeting.  Six burly sailors
armed with cutlasses, belaying pins and a few flintlocks make up the
"security detail".

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::hears the CNS:: ~~~CNS: I am trying.... unlike most things this does
not have a logical form and therefore... it is more... difficult to
extrapolate what one would do in a given circumsance... after all I am
Syrna of Vulcan and not Alexandra Sevastapol... to know what it was like
to grow up in poverty in Russia and be a pirate is all very theoretical
for me.~~~

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Very good Sir...  Do I leave Flint in charge again.. He
almost sunk the ship last time when he shot off that cannon while
showing off for the local girls.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::drags her feet somewhat when she goes with the others::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Aye, Flint means well.. and he knows what'll happen if he
'shoots his cannon' for the local maids again...

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ~~~CSO: Sure it has a logical form.  A person has to learn to relax
everyonce inawhile other wise they will get so stressed out they won't
be able to do their duties~~~

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Nods and yells for Flint.::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 <Flint>  ::Comes rushing over and salutes almost slipping on the
deck.::

Captain_Beauregard:
 Estrella: Come, lass. Aren't ye glad to be seein' yer father again?

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ~~~CNS: I relax... ::almost sounds defensive in her mental tone as she
suddenly realizes she probably hasn't relaxed since Alyx last had her
in his arms, quickly shoves that picture out of her mind and hopes the
CNS didn't notice::~~~

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::rolls her eyes and tries not to laugh at him.:: FLint:  You are in
charge.  One ball shot and your the next one in the cannon you hear?  
::tries to look stern::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 Rabican: I think I would like to take a stroll with the group, it is
good to strech the legs and walk a bit

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Beauregard: I don't really know. A lot has happened since you kidnapped
me. I mean I want to, but .. ::letting her words fade off::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 <Flint>  D`Orleans:  Aye Aye Sir!  I shall  disappoint...  ::Inwardly
hoping that the First mate doesn't know of his plans... good thing a
cannon doesn't figure into it...this time.::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::smiles at the vulcan, but doesn't say anything::

Captain_Beauregard:
 Estrella: I just know yer father's worried sick about ye..  ::tries to
sound less-gruff ::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Montgomery: Of course Dr, I had planned on taking you anyway.  There
might be a knife fight.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Beauregard: It will be good to be home again. Just a lot to get used to
again. 

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::tries to look casual as she puts her hand on the pommel of her
Cutlass... stiff at first then eases into the stance as it begins to
feel more natural::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 All: I am ready to go into the town... I have been practicing my
swordsmanship and am interested in giving my new techniques opportunity
to improve.

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Let's get a move on, Mr D'Orleans! We've a booty a claim!

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Aye Sir!  ::turns to the assembled crew. ALL:  Move out!!

Brett:
 Action: The Captain and his shore party leave the Atocha and make their
way through the noisy and crowded streets of Port Royal.  Beauregard is
a well known figure here, and there is much back-slapping and well-
wishing by other buccanneers along the way.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::still shuffling her feet but seems pretty sure of herself in an odd
way not seen before::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::tries to keep an eye out for "trouble"::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Walks beside the Capt::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::walks with the group down the street::

Captain_Beauregard:
 :: Waves and talks to holo-people.. he has no idea who they are or are
supposed to be. ::

Brett:
 Action: The rabble rousing in the evening hours is something to behold
as the group arrives at the Zaragosa Tavern.  Loud music played by
enthusiastic if untrained minstrels pours out of many taverns along the
street.  The Zaragosa is little different.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Leans over and whispers::  Beauregard:  You need to make up more
stories Sir...

Captain_Beauregard:
 ::whispers:: D`Orleans: What do ye, er, you mean?

Brett:
 INFO: The Zaragosa is a bit better off inside than most.  With a high
ceiling and smoky atmosphere.  Several large, iron chandeliers light the
common room.  A staircase leads up to a second floor with several
doors...

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  You need some tall tales... exploits... how many other
pirate ships you shot... maybe the booty we have collected over the past
months... bragging rights Sir.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::settles into step behind the Captain, looking around her but
remaining in the center of the group of pirates::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Well, it IS a holonovel.. I'm just trying to follow the
plot.. but I suppose I could.. improvise a bit?

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Aye Sir... just adds to the story  ::Grins::

Brett:
 INFO: A long bar covers one wall, behind which the owner Emil
De'Plessy, a French Ex-patriot, holds court.  Many wooden tables cover
the floor, and a good sized crowd is in attendance.  The tables show the
scars of many past brawls.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::keeps up with the group, scanning the crowd and the people with her
observant vulcan eye::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Up the stairs capt?

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Ah, there's Emil. Best not to mention what's transpiring to
'im.  He can drink us all under the table.

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Aye, get a room upstairs, if ye please.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::walks in pace with the group, looking around.  This is a place Donnie
can truely be suprised, as he can't pick up on the thoughs of those
around him.  It is kind of an akward feeling::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Aye Capt... I'll do that.. ::Moves off to make the
necessary arrangements.::

Captain_Beauregard:
 :: Walks up to Emil ::   Emil: How are ye, Emil? Doing good, I hear?

Brett:
 <Emil> D`Orleans: Ah, Beauregard, good to see you

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::eyes a group of thugs in the corner who seem to be intent upon those
from the Atocha, then turns to the CNS::

Captain_Beauregard:
 Emil: Always a pleasure, Emil. ::smiles::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ~~~CNS: See those men? ::sort of mentally directs him with a picture::
They look like trouble... ~~~

Brett:
 <Emil> Beauregard: Your, eh, business associate, Delgado...He is here
already Oui?  He 'as taken the meeting room at the top of the stairs to
conduct your bizziness.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Has an heated arguement over costs with the toad in charge of the
room but manages to convince him to do her a favour by twisting body
parts better left unsaid.::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::smiles:: ~~~CSO: They probably are, they be pirates here~~~

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Grinning she takes the room key and heads back to the capt.::

Captain_Beauregard:
 Emil: Ah, yes, Delgado.. I had nearly fergot 'im..  Best take care of
that quick-like so me crew can be on their way..

Captain_Beauregard:
 Emil: You're pardon?  :: grins, and backs off::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::raises an almost scornful eyebrow at him:: ~~~CNS: That much is
certain; however, these men seem especially intent upon our doings...
more so than the other pirates going about their business...these have
taken a noted interest in ours...~~~

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::quietly listens to those around her, not letting her thoughts or
actions betray her::

Brett:
 <Emil> Beauregard: When you are done, come and stay for a drink eh?  I
'ave brandy fresh in from France, courtesy of Capitan Wachovia and an
unlucky cargo vessel of my countrymen.  ::Laughs::

Captain_Beauregard:
 Emil: Har har!  Sounds good ta me, Emil! I'll be back.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Whispers into the Captain's ear.::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::smiles at CSO and head over to the pirates who she is worried about::
Pirates: what you be lookin at, you dirty dogs.  Have ye never seen a
bunch of old pirates come off ship to conduct some business

Captain_Beauregard:
 ::whispers:: D`Orleans: Well, Emil knows Delgado is here.. so likely
everyone already knows why we're here..

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::hears the CNS and would put her head in her hand if she weren't
vulcan::

Brett:
 <Pirate> Abernathy: ::Looks around at his fellows::  We wasn't looking
at you.  We just want to drink in peace, so shove off eh?

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Whispers::  Beauregard:  Then we must be on our guard.  I have the
extra room beside that meeting.  The toad was nice enough to give it to
us free of charge.;

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 Pirate: Drink, in peace? ::picks up the pirates shoot glass and pour it
down his shirt:: now you not be drinkin at all

Captain_Beauregard:
 ::whispers:: D`Orleans: Free? I don't think I want to know how....

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Grins:: Beauregard:  Best not to ask questions Sir.

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::has learned not to ask or wonder even in her time on the ship, just
to stay out of the way::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: Ahoy, then! We got some 'business' to discuss..::chuckles::

Brett:
 <Pirate> ::Begins to stand with a snarl, and Abernathy realizes the man
is a lot bigger than he first looked.  But his friends grab his arms and
pull him back down.

Captain_Beauregard:
 :: Heads for the stairs up to the next floor. ::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::makes sure to stay near the Captain and surrounded by his group::

Brett:
 <Pirate2> Abernathy: We don't want any trouble, so you've had yer fun,
now go.

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::hand leaps to the handle of he sword to aid in the defense of the
doctor, but backs down as she hears the other pirate:: CNS: Come... we
need to follow the Captain.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  Aye Sir.. ::Follows him up the stairs.  She hands off the
other room key to the lead crewman and indicates he should take a couple
of men with him along with Estrella into the room::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 Beauregard:  I'll post some guards outside the door Sir.

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::notices the pirates full size when he stands, and is a little glad
the others pulled him back down::  Pirate2: I suggest you keep out of
our business and there won't be any trouble, ::turns and goes with the
CSO::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::glances at D`Orleans and hopes those guards are to keep the others
out and her safe::

Captain_Beauregard:
 :: waits outside Delgado's room until everyone else is in place. ::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::catches up to the Captain but tries to keep an eye on those other
pirates::

Brett:
 INFO: The stairs lead up to an open walkway around the end of the
common room.  There are five doors along its length.

Captain_Beauregard:
 :: When everyone is in place, gives a signal to Pirate Flunky to open
the door. ::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::notes the other pirates take note of her watching them, quickly they
all turn away and seem 
speak amongst themselves::

Brett:
 Action: The crewman opens the door revealing a room ten feet wide and
twenty feet long.  It is dominated by a wooden table and a number of
chairs around it - obviously a meeting room.  Delgado sits at the far
end, a bottle of wine near at hand.  Two large sailors stand beside him.

Brett:
 <Delgado> Beauregard: Ah, Capitan.  You have arrived.  Where is my
daughter?

Captain_Beauregard:
 Delgado: Ah, Mr Delgado.. a pleasure it is ta see ye agin.

Captain_Beauregard:
 Delgado: She be safe an' sound. And me ransom?

Brett:
 <Delgado> ::Motions to one of the sailors who steps aside revealing a
large iron strongbox.  The man lifts the lid and the glint of many gold
coins can be seen.::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::paces the floor in the room next door::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Grins at the sight of the coins.  Her share was quite a bit.. too bad
it was only holodeck money... it would be great for all those illegal
poker games she likes to run.::

Captain_Beauregard:
 Delgado: I trust it's all there? :: smiles, motions for two flunkies to
get the box. ::

Captain_Beauregard:
 D`Orleans: If ye'll be fetchin' Ms Estrella, we can conclude our
business..

Brett:
 <Delgado> Beauregard: First bring me my Estrella.

Brett:
 Action: The two burly sailors stand before the strongbox, obvioulsy
intent that it should not be removed yet.

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Nods:: Beauregard:  Aye Sir... ::turns and exits the room.  The
guards move aside as she enters the other room.::  Estrella:  Lassie,
come with me...  Daddy is waiting for ye.

Captain_Beauregard:
 :: Watches the pirates with a detached curiosity but tries to keep a
smile on his face. ::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 D`Orleans: Alright ::her voice beginning to betray her but she follows
anyway::

Rabican_D`Orleans:
 ::Lets the lady pass before here.::

Brett:
 Action: Estrella is brought into the room.  Delgado's face lights up.

Brett:
 <Delgado> Estrella: Ah, my angel, are you alright?

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::expects if there is a double cross its going to be now and edges her
hand toward her sword in case there is::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 ::enters the room, stopping beside Captain Beauregard:: Deldago: I'm
fine, father.

Captain_Beauregard:
 Delgado: See? Yer daughter be fine. Now, the ransom, if ye please.

Brett:
 <Delgado> Estrella: Then let us finish this business and we shall go
home.  ::Smiles broadly::

Estrella_Delgado-Albernaz:
 Delgado: No father, I'm not coming home! ::moving closer to the
Captain beside her::

Alexandra_Sevastapol:
 ::blinks as this is a surprise::

Captain_Beauregard:
 :: Looks from Estrella to her father and back again. ::

Dr_Abernathy_Montgomery:
 ::thinks there goes his share of the loot, and all the rum he was going
to buy with it::

Brett:
 Action: At that moment, the sound of booted feet, shouting and toppling
furniture is heard.  Across the common room storms a huge man with over
a dozen men in tow.  Lookingup at the balcony, he snarls, and there is
no mistaking the grim scarred visage of Ironface the pirate!

Brett:
 <<<Pause>>>>