The great escape (part 2)

Miss Basher awoke blinking, disoriented and still quite quite drunk. By 9 AM her breath could still concuss a whale, although this in itself was nothing remarkable. What *was* unusual was the choker round her neck, which she was quite sure she’d not seen prior. That a cast-iron chain was attached to this collar, she was even more certain, was out of the ordinary. And that she was attached by this chain to a brigand she knew not was undoubtedly a deviation from the norm.

Perfidious Pete introduced himself, explaining how he had won her in a bet; the news was ill received. But as he so reasonably conjectured, anyone sufficiently witless to wager their freedom on the turn of a card had only themself to blame – especially if they played with known cheats and liars. He gave her a handful of toenails to chew on and bade her to button it.

Evening came and night passed, and that was the last day of our incarceration - finally we were given leave to haul anchor. In desperate need of some bona fide shore leave, we thus made like any other band of drunks and philistines, and hit the West End.


Quartermaster
Perfidious Pete, The Norfolk Welsher
Likes: cruelty to choirboys
Dislikes: left-handed ticks

The great escape (part 1)

Ahoy my fellow rascals and curs!

Blessed be our stout hearts and obstinacy – the pestilence has been overcome! Praise be to Fate too, who, by her grace, has let the entire crew survive, albeit in a somewhat piecemeal manner, judging by the wholesale loss of limbs to gangrene and bad debts.

Still, the loss of legs has been offset by the growth in hands: despite the internment, our ranks have swollen nonetheless. Mostly we suspect a lackadaisical approach to quarantine, although one crewman has suggested binary fission; a little knowledge is truly a dangerous thing.

The first to violate our sanctuary was “Basher” Barrah. How she had breached the security was anyone’s guess – indeed, she certainly had no idea, having simply found herself onboard, slumped over a grog keg she’d sniffed out and drained the night prior.

Brutal yet dextrous, with beadwork as fine as her swordplay, she missed no opportunity to show off her jewellery made from the bones, teeth and toenails of those foolish enough to cross her. Yet her portfolio of skills extended beyond mere violence and craftwork - she was also adept in homicidal vegetarianism, shouting at foreigners, and, crucially, five ways to kill a man with pantyhose.

Refrigeration Engineer

“Basher” Barrah
Likes: American Idol
Dislikes: American quilts