The lead swinger

Creeping in next came Brawlin’ Matt Pitbull – sneak, skulk and general malingerer. This idler and ne’er-do-well’s love of plunder was second only to his love for himself. How he had latched himself onto this party was a mystery – his infamy was such that most freebooters considered him the basest of scoundrels and gave him sufficient berth in which to swing a bargepole.

A narcissistic dandy with a ken for skiving, the Pitbull had never worked a day in his life. Through his pretty-boy features and copious preening and fawning, however, he had had great success in ingratiating himself with the aristocracy. The countless ensuing affairs and subsequent blackmail had secured him a not inconsiderable stipend.

However, since he was prone to blowing his doubloons on fancy rags and cheap harlots, he found himself in need of an alternative revenue stream. To this end he was now using forged articles to claim looting shares on passing vessels engaged in the sweet trade. The anecdotal honour among thieves clearly did not extend to this blackguard.

Thus, in recognition of the reprobate’s silver tongue, we left him in charge of the communication flags. Surely there was a limit to how much damage he could do there?


Bunting tosser
Brawlin’ Matt Pitbull
Likes: voodoo
Dislikes: embroidery