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To everyone,
Once again sorry for the delay
I did write the next chapter as I said earlier
But then I decided to change a few things
So I deleted it within 5 minutes
I am gonna take a few days to think and research
My next chapter will roll out on the 17th or 18th
And from then on, regular chapters will resume.
Thanks for the support
Once again sorry for the delay
I did write the next chapter as I said earlier
But then I decided to change a few things
So I deleted it within 5 minutes
I am gonna take a few days to think and research
My next chapter will roll out on the 17th or 18th
And from then on, regular chapters will resume.
Thanks for the support
It happens. Sometimes your first draft just doesn't seem to come together right. I've never written an AAR (yet), but I know all too well what it's like to be hit with writer's block, or to find that an idea that seemed great when I was typing it out doesn't quite work after giving it a second look.
Eagerly awaiting the next chapter
Eagerly awaiting the next chapter
Chapter 6
He entered with a tray laden with all kinds of delicacies ranging from stewed meat to colourful salads.
"Keep it on my table" said Samuel.
Martin smiled and did so. Samuel felt happy as always seeing him. Few Privateer captains could boast of a highly trained chef on board their ship and Martin was one of those. Many meetings that otherwise would have to be done on port had been made possible on ship by Martin's delicious cuisines. He had once even met with the British governor of Cayman on board and the governor had been highly taken in with Martin's food.
Captain Morris had first found Martin in Havana. The man was a master artillerist or so he claimed. The captain wasn't really looking for men to operate any cannons, so he had just recruited him without testing his skills. But just 4 days later, in a battle with a French ship, the man volunteered to operate one of the biggest cannons on board, out of a whim Samuel had allowed him. The results were spectacular !
Martin's cannon didn't break down once during the entire battle. That kickstarted his career on board the ship which unfortunately ended when he was hit by a musket ball on the face a few years ago. The shock was too much and Martin decided never to touch cannons again. Captain Morris was about to send him off the ship when he claimed that he could cook too. He was so impossibly good at it that Samuel had no choice but to accept.
Presently the Captain was once again taken in by the aroma of the food. True, he had drank rough rum with the crew these last two days to boost their morale, but now it was time to show his authoritarian side to them, infirm in their minds that though friendly, he was the Captain after all. That he was superior to them. Like the kings of Europe, Samuel had to make such a show to do that.
Presently he took one bite and then decided to fully dig in the food when he saw some hesitation in Martin's steps. It looked as if he didn't want to exit the room.
"Give it up. Whats happened?" asked Samuel.
"What ! My god Captain Sir, nothing ever escapes you." said Martin jokingly.
"Come to the point, what has happened. Your face doesn't have that confident look that it always has and though the food is hot and delicious as always, you have put in slightly more spice. What is it?" asked Samuel.
"Its those goddamn people sir. I hate them. Especially that young man Manuel. I will kill him the next time" said Samuel.
Samuel cooly asked "And what did he do to incur such wrath from you"?"
"I was cooking for those three before you as you had ordered, they being guests and all. I served the food to them in the common part of the ship as you further ordered. But after eating it, he started comparing it to his Spanish cooking back home and how my hands barely have any taste. He then proceeded to asking the other crewmen if they agreed with him. I stayed silent. Then after some time, he 'Ordered' me to bring him some spice. I told him that spice was rationed and I joked that it was royal food anyway. At that moment he told me that it was his 'Order' . I said no, i still remained silent. He then suddenly took the bottle of liquor and proceeded towards me swinging it menacingly. I managed to throw it out of his hand. Fists were exchanged and had it not been for that Fransesco we would have killed each other. He is truly the only sensible one among them three considering that that old coot Diaz also smiled at Manuel" said Martin.
Samuel said "Okay. I will speak to them. Please take your leave."
Martin would have been expecting emotions from the Captain whether it be sympathy, anger or laughter. Surprisingly he got only a cold answer. He was happy now, for behind that cold dark voice lay reason. The problem would be solved.
He entered with a tray laden with all kinds of delicacies ranging from stewed meat to colourful salads.
"Keep it on my table" said Samuel.
Martin smiled and did so. Samuel felt happy as always seeing him. Few Privateer captains could boast of a highly trained chef on board their ship and Martin was one of those. Many meetings that otherwise would have to be done on port had been made possible on ship by Martin's delicious cuisines. He had once even met with the British governor of Cayman on board and the governor had been highly taken in with Martin's food.
Captain Morris had first found Martin in Havana. The man was a master artillerist or so he claimed. The captain wasn't really looking for men to operate any cannons, so he had just recruited him without testing his skills. But just 4 days later, in a battle with a French ship, the man volunteered to operate one of the biggest cannons on board, out of a whim Samuel had allowed him. The results were spectacular !
Martin's cannon didn't break down once during the entire battle. That kickstarted his career on board the ship which unfortunately ended when he was hit by a musket ball on the face a few years ago. The shock was too much and Martin decided never to touch cannons again. Captain Morris was about to send him off the ship when he claimed that he could cook too. He was so impossibly good at it that Samuel had no choice but to accept.
Presently the Captain was once again taken in by the aroma of the food. True, he had drank rough rum with the crew these last two days to boost their morale, but now it was time to show his authoritarian side to them, infirm in their minds that though friendly, he was the Captain after all. That he was superior to them. Like the kings of Europe, Samuel had to make such a show to do that.
Presently he took one bite and then decided to fully dig in the food when he saw some hesitation in Martin's steps. It looked as if he didn't want to exit the room.
"Give it up. Whats happened?" asked Samuel.
"What ! My god Captain Sir, nothing ever escapes you." said Martin jokingly.
"Come to the point, what has happened. Your face doesn't have that confident look that it always has and though the food is hot and delicious as always, you have put in slightly more spice. What is it?" asked Samuel.
"Its those goddamn people sir. I hate them. Especially that young man Manuel. I will kill him the next time" said Samuel.
Samuel cooly asked "And what did he do to incur such wrath from you"?"
"I was cooking for those three before you as you had ordered, they being guests and all. I served the food to them in the common part of the ship as you further ordered. But after eating it, he started comparing it to his Spanish cooking back home and how my hands barely have any taste. He then proceeded to asking the other crewmen if they agreed with him. I stayed silent. Then after some time, he 'Ordered' me to bring him some spice. I told him that spice was rationed and I joked that it was royal food anyway. At that moment he told me that it was his 'Order' . I said no, i still remained silent. He then suddenly took the bottle of liquor and proceeded towards me swinging it menacingly. I managed to throw it out of his hand. Fists were exchanged and had it not been for that Fransesco we would have killed each other. He is truly the only sensible one among them three considering that that old coot Diaz also smiled at Manuel" said Martin.
Samuel said "Okay. I will speak to them. Please take your leave."
Martin would have been expecting emotions from the Captain whether it be sympathy, anger or laughter. Surprisingly he got only a cold answer. He was happy now, for behind that cold dark voice lay reason. The problem would be solved.
Indeed. Revolutionaries cannot afford to be so short tempered or to offend allies so quickly. It is also a most ominous sign about what sort of country these revolutionaries intend to create.
There's a saying where I come from: "If you want to know the measure of a man's character, look at how he treats his waiter." The same principle applies here.
Brilliant. Captain Samuel is back, and with him the troubles of dealing with revolutionaries... will this spat with the cook lead Samuel to turn against the revolutionaries? Or the revolutionaries against Samuel? I guess we'll have to wait for the next episode to know...
Thankyou for all your replies
This story isn't dead
But it will go at a very slow pace
But chapters will drop in from time to time
This story isn't dead
But it will go at a very slow pace
But chapters will drop in from time to time
Do what you need to do, but this is a good AAR with so much potential.
After playing Assassins creed 3's opening levels
My interest in writing this story has peaked again.
Will take some time to re-read and compile. But expect a chapter by next weekend at the most.
Thankyou
My interest in writing this story has peaked again.
Will take some time to re-read and compile. But expect a chapter by next weekend at the most.
Thankyou
Chapter 7
He stood before the trio. His eyes silent and piercing yet contained, as if they could become even more frightening if he wished.
The ground of the cabin shaked from the twilight waters underneath but that didn't affect his erect menacing posture.
Diaz understood by his experience and stood submissively, his hands clasped down at his wasit.
Fransesco being a soldier stood subsiverently anyway, his gaze going straight to the floor.
Only Manuel, always assertive and prideful stood looking up at the Captain, his daring gaze meeting that of Samuel, almost mockingly.
But the Captain countered that with his own move. He took out something from the trunk on the table and exclaimed
"This is a broken bottle of rum, it's meant to be drank from!"
The room remained silent. The action had its desired effect as Manuel's eyes were drawn down to the thick carpet on the cabin floor.
"So imagine my wonder when I heard that it was used to assault someone on this very ship. On the Valentina. On my ship !" said Samuel.
Manuel now opened his hands as if to say something, but before he could open his mouth the Captain stopped him with a gesture of hand and continued
"You know, the last time this happened, the man was hung from the post" said Samuel.
He paused a minute to keep the broken bottle on the table and then continued
"But you are my guests. Make no mistake, I have no reservations against hanging guests, I am not a noble warrior. I always hang guests for one reason or the other" he said grinningly.
All three gazes suddenly turned up to meet his.
"But fortunately you are also my employers. We have business. That I don't want to lose. Hence the hangman will rest today" said the Captain.
It was Manuel who broke silence "What are you going to do to me Sire" he asked, clearly frightened.
Diaz stood silent. He, unlike Manuel had realised from the first day that they were at the mercy of Captain Samuel and that they depended on him than vice-versa.
"Not to you, but to you all, all three of you dust the books in my library tommorow. It's a gentlemanly job, not at all a harm to your prestige, but that's your fine" declared Samuel authoritatively.
Manuel quickly took a step forward and and barked "BUT we...........
A swift yet light push put him back. Diaz looked horrified at this sudden outburst.
"Now go" said Samuel.
Fransesco was the first, he went to the door and opened it for Diaz even as the latter started to lead Fransesco outside by the hand when suddenly Samuel said
"Oh yes, I almost forgot, I heard that you gentlemen had some reservations about that woman Maria travelling along with us?" asked Samuel in a tone that almost dared them.
Manuel replied instinctively "That woman is a witch and..........mmmmmmmmm"
The swift Diaz put a hand gently over his lip and replied "None at all Captain Sire"
"Good. You may take leave now gentlemen"
After they had went, Samuel continued staring at the door for a minute. He did not want to loosen his posture of they were to come back by chance. Once he saw them going to their quarters from the window overlooking the deck, he called down and smiled to himself.
Then, he sat down on his bed and removing his coat, kept it to the side. For a minute he gazed at the starry open night sky and then he slowly laid down and prepared to swim though the glorious golden waters of dreamland.
He stood before the trio. His eyes silent and piercing yet contained, as if they could become even more frightening if he wished.
The ground of the cabin shaked from the twilight waters underneath but that didn't affect his erect menacing posture.
Diaz understood by his experience and stood submissively, his hands clasped down at his wasit.
Fransesco being a soldier stood subsiverently anyway, his gaze going straight to the floor.
Only Manuel, always assertive and prideful stood looking up at the Captain, his daring gaze meeting that of Samuel, almost mockingly.
But the Captain countered that with his own move. He took out something from the trunk on the table and exclaimed
"This is a broken bottle of rum, it's meant to be drank from!"
The room remained silent. The action had its desired effect as Manuel's eyes were drawn down to the thick carpet on the cabin floor.
"So imagine my wonder when I heard that it was used to assault someone on this very ship. On the Valentina. On my ship !" said Samuel.
Manuel now opened his hands as if to say something, but before he could open his mouth the Captain stopped him with a gesture of hand and continued
"You know, the last time this happened, the man was hung from the post" said Samuel.
He paused a minute to keep the broken bottle on the table and then continued
"But you are my guests. Make no mistake, I have no reservations against hanging guests, I am not a noble warrior. I always hang guests for one reason or the other" he said grinningly.
All three gazes suddenly turned up to meet his.
"But fortunately you are also my employers. We have business. That I don't want to lose. Hence the hangman will rest today" said the Captain.
It was Manuel who broke silence "What are you going to do to me Sire" he asked, clearly frightened.
Diaz stood silent. He, unlike Manuel had realised from the first day that they were at the mercy of Captain Samuel and that they depended on him than vice-versa.
"Not to you, but to you all, all three of you dust the books in my library tommorow. It's a gentlemanly job, not at all a harm to your prestige, but that's your fine" declared Samuel authoritatively.
Manuel quickly took a step forward and and barked "BUT we...........
A swift yet light push put him back. Diaz looked horrified at this sudden outburst.
"Now go" said Samuel.
Fransesco was the first, he went to the door and opened it for Diaz even as the latter started to lead Fransesco outside by the hand when suddenly Samuel said
"Oh yes, I almost forgot, I heard that you gentlemen had some reservations about that woman Maria travelling along with us?" asked Samuel in a tone that almost dared them.
Manuel replied instinctively "That woman is a witch and..........mmmmmmmmm"
The swift Diaz put a hand gently over his lip and replied "None at all Captain Sire"
"Good. You may take leave now gentlemen"
After they had went, Samuel continued staring at the door for a minute. He did not want to loosen his posture of they were to come back by chance. Once he saw them going to their quarters from the window overlooking the deck, he called down and smiled to himself.
Then, he sat down on his bed and removing his coat, kept it to the side. For a minute he gazed at the starry open night sky and then he slowly laid down and prepared to swim though the glorious golden waters of dreamland.
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I am back!
Thanks to all who supported me during my period of inactivity and who voted for me.
I am back!