Handicapped

Suddenly, the world materializes before you, and the game takes effect almost immediately. In the first few seconds, you can already see the wide ocean, smell the salty breeze, feel the gentle rocking of your galleon with the waves, feeling your skin tighter due to a great tan, and the itchy feeling associated with a beard. Looking down, you see your clothes have changed into a white Pirate shirt, black Pirate pants, a black cotton velvet frock coat with a golden trimming around the button holes and edges held closed tight by a black belt with a big brass buckle, and black leather buccaneer boots. Tucked inside your coat are 20 flintlock pistols, and you keep one tucked in your belt on the right next to your powder horn, all 21 are ready to fire. On the left in its scabbard is your cutlass, and resting on your head, above your black do-rag, is a black trihorn trimmed with golden metals around the edges.

You look around to see your crew, some of your men are above deck, repairing and cleaning the deck and the remainder of the 100 men must be below. You look around your ship, with the exception of the boards your men (yes it's an all man crew) are working on, the galleon is ship shape, as are the row boats, though you can't say much about the cannons. The anchor is raised, so the ship is ready to go if anyone shows up, and the Jolly Roger is lowered, so you're all ready to declare an attack, assuming the cannons are fine. The last thing to dawn on your senses is the taste of old grog in your mouth and a splitting headache. Looking at your crew, they all seem to be hung over, and that's when you remembered: Last time you played, you won. Since you won, if no one beat your high score before your next play, you and your crew are hung over right off the bat, safe to say you still have the high score. 'Heh heh heh,' you think to yourself.

You consider going to look at the cannons, when Mr. Pete, your first mate, shows up and says quietly in a pirate accent, "Cap'n, t' six pounders be ready t' fire att' first sign o' battle." Good thing you speak a little pirate: the cannons are ready for action. However, your pirate talk isn't that good, so you say, "Override language sequence, switch to plain English 2." This setting is for those with those with some grasp of pirate talk, but not enough to consider being a real pirate.

"Excellent Mr. Pete," you respond quietly with a pirate accent, "now, get a man up the crow's nest. We need to find treasures and fast."

"Aye aye, sir," he responds quietly as he slinks off to prepare the crew and ship. After a few moments, your ship, the "Menthu," looks like a high quality galleon on the top and in your cabin, the dining hall, and in the crew's sleeping quarters. The bilge, however, remained disgusting, along with the remainder of the ships innards. You step out on deck, to take in the calm before battle, when you hear, "Avast, galleon spotted off the port bow."

"Battle stations!" you call out as you run to the helm. Your men above deck get below and ready the cannons and Mr. Pete raises the Jolly Roger before taking his position to call out orders to the men manning the cannons. You know whoever this ship belongs to isn't a warrior, it's too early for the warriors to be anywhere near each other, so it definitely has some treasure. Whoever was left in the crow's nest calls out, "Cap'n, the galleon's..."