For
potc100 challenge #2...
~ Scuppered ~
"Ship ahoy!"
"Where away?" Jack rifled the pocket of his justacorps for his glass.
"Off the starboard bow, Captain," shouted Gibbs.
Jack strode swiftly to his First's side and raised the spyglass, looking narrowly at the distant vessel. "She's English."
Gibbs' face fell. "Blast. We could've used a spot of profit -- and fresh vittles, and rum."
"Let’s change course. We should be on her within the hour."
"We're goin' after an English ship?"
"Aye." Jack stowed his glass. "Wouldn't count on the swag, though. Someone's been before us."
"She's adrift?"
"Sinking, actually. Scurry along, eh? Sharks're fat enough 'round here."
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