Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140616135216/@comment-4681758-20140702145743

As he stepped inside the captain's cabin, the quartermaster stepped in behind Silver and Cassandra.

"Sorry to interrupt, Cap'n, but there's a fight going on below deck."

"Oh for the love of... I'll handle it.  Mr. Morgan, you have the helm."

"Aye, sir."

"I'll be right back, Cass.  Don't go anywhere."

"Right, because Black Lady knows where I might run off to...", she said sarcastically.

Making his way below deck, Silver saw a few of his crew moving in on Wolfe, and Wolfe himself drawing his sword, though his stance didn't exactly scream self-defense. Sighing, Silver pulled out on his pistols and shot one of Wolfe's attackers in the shoulder.

"Gentlemen.  What is the first article of this ship, THAT YE ALL AGREED TO?!", Silver screamed angrily.

"...No fighting on board, 'cept in defense of the ship, sir...", a few of the crew answered.

"Correct, lads.  SO WHAT THE HELL DO YE CALL THIS?!?!?!"

"Cap'n, the bounty on the merc-"

"IS IRRELEVANT, MR. STARKEY!  NO.  FIGHTING.  ON.  BOARD.  ARE WE CLEAR?!"

"Aye..."

"EXCUSE ME?!'

"Aye, Cap'n!"

"Much better.  Now back to yer posts, and someone take Jones down to the surgeon.  And as for ye, Mr. Black...", Silver said walking over to Wolfe.

"Ye best watch yerself, boy.  I am not a patient man, and my already-short list of reasons not to hand ye over to Cassandra is running shorter by the minute.  Clear?", and without waiting for an answer, Silver returned to his cabin.