The Peacekeeper

A short time after the meeting James took a break from plotting out a tighter course around the Island to pick up his brother and the other two crewmen, and went to Brenan. "Captain?" He said, after finding Brenan talking to Kyle about fruit supplies.

"One second, so you know of a place that sells dried fruit for cheap." After Kyle nodded, Brenan continued, "Alright, dried fruit is better for the tail end of a journey. I'll get a crate before we shove off tonight." Brenan turned to James.

"Sir, I need to show you something my grandfather made. Mr. Michaels is, ah, looking at it now."

"Right, lead the way."

Moments later they walked into the gunner's workshop to find him muttering to himself and staring at a gun with two very large barrels.

"Hmmm...we could spare a cannon ball to make more shot for...oh but we'd need casing material for the powder...and form press for making sure the powder stays in the casing..."

Brenan turned to James, "What is that?"

"The Peacekeeper is what my grandfather called it. One slug is something he called 8 gauge. I'm not sure what that means. But I only have ten shells for it. I thought Mr. Michaels could help. He..ah started drooling when he saw it. But I went to work on the charts an hour ago...came back and he hasn't moved. Beyond muttering."

Now that James mentioned it the man hadn't even blinked since they had arrived.

"I'll take care of it."

Ah...how?"

'I haven't the faintest idea' is what Brenan didn't say.