Original Post by: dabit
The night darkened the visibility on the Scarlet Countess, so the deck of the ship had to be enlightened with torches, giving the vessel a warm yet spooky aura. The New World wind blowed strong against the sails of the Countess, it was cold, an recurrently smothering the torches, which the crew men had keep turning back on.
The Red Count crew mates were lively and loyal to their captain Redfield. Everything he commanded the men would obey. Such was the benefit of being a renowned pirate from the era of Gol D. Roger.
Mask, Sarah and Mark had all retired to the respective quarters to rest for the night, but Patrick himself was unable to shut the eye. He stood on the rear deck of the ship, leaning on his elbows against the railing, staring on the horizon. For some reason he could not yet fathom, he felt as if danger was lurking on him (Nonsense Pato, i AM the danger of this seas. I AM an immortal man now, no one can stand up to my greatness) he thought with a smirk on his face, picking himself up straight, he spat on to the sea, hoping the water would take away his doubts.
Patrick turned around, and walked to the main deck of the ship, were some of the crew men still awake, the ones keeping watch for the night shift, salute him with a nod. The captain felt as if the ship was too quiet this night, it didn´t seemed like they were a pirate crew that recently raided a huge loot. So he gave a look a those crew members on the deck and said:
"This place is too quiet, i don´t care if people are sleeping. We are pirates! We party hard and life to our fullest. Now bring out some rum and sing me my favorite song!! Bahahaha!!" Patrick laughed as one of the men brought a bottle of rum and gave it to his captain. Patrick took the bottle and gulped half the bottle in mere seconds and passed it around. Another crew member brought a drum from the storage and started playing it, as the men followed by singing Redfield´s favorite song:
"Aaaaah, the blood runs cold
We take our loot but don't get old
Aaaaah, Oooooh
Yo ,yo ho yo, yo ho
Aaaaah, Oooooh
All hail the mighty, hes' a rise'in from the deep
Ripped tattered sails and incredible tales,
we're calling in the seas"
The main deck got lively in the middle of the night, the men drank and sang their heart outs. Redfield was pleased with this, as he partied with his men all night long, celebrating his immortality until the dawn.
The sun came out, and Mark was the first of the officials to get up, he saw Redfield siting on a wooden box, staring at the ground, and walked up to him, and said:
-Mark: "You had fun last night?" he said with a smirk on his face, he was glad to see his captain being lively despite his age.
-Patrick: "Yeah, i needed to blow off some steam... im gonna go rest now, you are in charge in the meantime, keep the current course southward" said the captain as he started walking towards his chambers.
Mark turned his attention to the sea on the starboard side, and spotted what seemed to be another ship in the distance.
-Mark: "Oi captain! Don´t go just yet, looks like we have a ship coming this way!" he said to Redfield, trying to stop him from the leaving the main deck.
-Patrick: "Nani? Who is it?" the captain turned around surprised, wondering who or what would the tide bring today.