and all of a sudden the rows of the Enterprise raise and fall and the drum beat that is featured in the movie Ben-Hur began to beat. Ramming speed cried the bosun. the Gunners were ready with their cannons. It was a sad day for the pax. ah the irony of peace.....

Jeanway emerges from below deck, fire in her eys " Turn this Bloddy Ship around!" She bellows to the crew, lazily sleeping, half drunk, in piles around the deck. " Follow the PAX you lazy bunch of rum-swillin, heathens!" she yells as she procedes to roust them from their sleep with the lash of her long, leather whip. " Raise that mailsail, come on we're losing him!" 'Get that jigger up" Crewmen scramble up the ratlines to the shrouds, unwinding the rigging releasing each sail to it's full splendor. " The winds are with us" she whispers as she looks up and watches. The square rigged barquentine, slices through the waves, rising and falling, under full sail, turns about full to port and follows the PAX, Jeanway at the wheel. 'The Batavia' well off her stern joins them with IlikeSeven at his. The three majestic ships are now well underway to The Caymans to find Tina.

all of a sudden out of nowhere comes a sleek metallic ship with steel bow plating. It's name is EEvil Eye. It's mighty cannnons with its ramming head. all of a sudden its captain screams to pilfer ILIKEseven's ship

Well aft Starboard. Jeanway's attention is drawn to a huge, black cloud. Lightning shooting down onto a massive, three masted, black vessel. Great black sails and a flag displaying an eye flapping wildly in the wind. It's heading straight for The Batavia. Jeanway watches, helpless to defend her comrad, ILikeSeven. she waits to see what will happen.

soon the black ship with the eye intercepted ILIKESEVEN. Soon droves of guant sailors overan Ilikeseven's crew.... Guns rang out and soon the ship was completely pilfered. Soon the ship turned towards nik.

The ' EEVIL EYE ' and the Enterprise are now crashing through through the waves at full clip, side by side. Sails on both ships billowing. Jeanway orders the starboard cannon hatches open, "Load" she yells, " Fire on the Buggers!" Cannons explode! Cannonballs can be seen bouncing off the 'EEVIL EYES' metal hull and into the waves, " Reload" she yells again to her men. " FIRE!" Again six shots ring out and the " EEVIL EYE" is hit amidship and fire breaks out in the wooden structures on deck. Jeanway peers through her spyglass and sees the crew falling from the rigging and the sails quickly catching fire . " Got you you bloody b*st*rds" she shouted to them as if they could hear her. The "EEVIL EYE" now with out their sails stops dead in the water as The U.S.S. ENTERPRISE and the PAX continue their journey across the Atlantic to the Caymans. The BATAVIA following close behind them.

Hearing canon fire a leagve off, Nik tvrns to see the Enterprise engaged with a stinking, smoking vessel of metal. He smiles as he sees the black vessel slip below the svrface. Hannibal steps beside Nik, grimacing in disgust.

"It is a good thing I am already dead, for the odor of the ugly black vessel wovld have killed me, even downstream of ovr wake. The mighty Commodore did well to send that impudent whelp back to his mother's breast where he belongs!"

The Pax slows its vnbearable pace to allow the Enterprise to catch up. Nik sqvuints into the salt air at the shards that remain of ILS's ship. Drawing his katana, he runs to the starboard aft of the Pax. Leaning over the edge of the Pax, he drives his blade into her hvll a meter above the waterline. He leaps into the air and lands onto the katana's hilt, vsing it as a step. He sqvats on the handle and drags his right hand into the water. With his left he draws his wakazashi. He vses its hilt to tap and scrape a rapid complex rhythm on the hvll of the Pax. Placing his wakazashi in his movth, he leaps backwards onto the deck of the Pax, leans over and grabs his katana. He resheaths it as he looks astern into the distance.

The Pax's black sails suddenly go limp, and her oars raise ovt of the water. In the silence, nik and the centvrion look on. A waterspovt is seen in the distance, then two. In a few minutes, a dozen magnificent orcas breach the water half-a-fvrlong east of the wreckage of the Batavia. They swim vnderneath her crew now strvggling to tread water. As they svrface, they each gently pick vp one or two crew members, allowing them to ride on their backs.

In minvtes, the whales circle the Enterprise slowly, each one in tvrn allowing a seaman on their gracefvll backs to climb aboard the Enterprise. ILS is last to board. With this done, the beavtifvl creatvres swim rapidly towards the Pax. As they float idly beside the Pax, Nik bows low towards them. He holds this position for a fvll five seconds, after which Hannibal empties a barrel of freshly caught fish into the ocean. The orcas whine and click for a few minvtes and then are no more.

Nik tvrns to the now nearby Enterprise, salvtes sharply, bows his head and tvrns towards the bow.

Once again, the black sails of the Pax inflate, and her oars penetrate the water!

Pushing and gliding at the same time, the keel, while rising and falling streams through the summer night. The Full moon reflecting on the Ocean's rough surface. Jeanway stands at the bow, leaning on the rail, watching the reflections of the Orcas, and the dolphins as they do their Moondance together. Lanterns from the PAX clearly visible from her vantage. She sees a lone figure move about the stern of the PAX but not able to see exactly what it's doing. She sits in her large woodenbacked chair, leans back, and looks up at the sky . The aurora is especially vibrant and active tonight. Fenriz comes up behind her and touches her hair gently as he holds an orange in front of her. She takes it from his hand, peels it and shares half with him as he sits at her feet. No words were necessary.

The first vestiges of dawn bring the sight of green land springing vp from the ocean svrrovnding the new continent. As the Pax approaches, a severly damaged vessel can be seen floating askew in the bay. A plank hanging sideways on her stern bears the inscription “Enterprize.” The Pax glides effortlessly over a sandbar in her approach as she comes to alongside the apparently abandoned vessel and stops. Lines are thrown from the Pax to the floating wreck and several crew members move to the Enterprize along these lines. Three large men carrying axes and other woodworking implements jump into the water and wade to the trees near the shore. In minutes, a scaffolding is erected about the Pax, and several men wearing nothing bvt white cloths bovnd abovt their loins work fvriovsly on the Enterprize, singing an eerie, haunting tvne as they work. Nik slowly paces the length of the Pax, examining the work of the men on the Enterprize. Hannibal follows closely, occasionally barking an order in Aramaic to the workers.

A moment later, Nik’s parrot lands on the helm. Nik removes a small parchment tied to his scabbard and gives it to the Centvrion. The Centvrion ties the parchment to the parrot’s leg, and whispers something to the colorfvl bird. The beavtifvl creatvre leaps into the air, and flies towards the sandy shore, where a bikini-clad figure lies, obliviovs to the world arovnd her.

" I hope Tina appreciates all your efforts to repair her ship, Captain and comes back to us" Jeanway thinks to herself. As she observes him and his crew offering assistance and much needed repairs. Up on quarterdeck she stands, surveying the coast. A large table on deck with her now holds all navigational equipment for her new course setting. A map of the new continent out stretched she carefully calculates her longitude and latitude, and with her cross-staff, backstaff and sector inscribes her new course on the map. She is planning a voyage to Boston, her home port. She is sure the PAX, the Batavia and hopes The Enterprize will follow her lead. She turns her head to see The Batavia, two figures at the wheel, appears to be ILikeSeven with Seska standing behind him, they both have their hand in steering the ship. They procede North, up the coast towards The Bay Colonies.

"Permission to speak, Commodore" Jeanway looks up across the table. "Yes, First Lieutenant Riker, what is it?" "There appears to be a bit of a problem, Maam"
he said "Well spit it out, I don't have all day" she answered. " The powder monkeys are make sport of Worf as he sleeps at your barrel Maam." he began. " Making sport? How?" she asked Riker. " Well, Maam" He hesitates, clears his throat and tries to hold back his obvious amusement. " The monkey are crawling all over him as he sleeps. Sticking foreign objects up his nose and in his ears, putting pitch in his hair and pulling all the bottons off his uniform". Riker blurted out with a stifled laugh and a smile. Jeanway, also trying not to show her amusement at what she was hearing said. " Let's go see". They walked up the deck to where Worf was slumped between the barrel and the railing. " SHHHH" she said, holding one finger up to her mouth. The two stood there looking down at this hulk of a Klingon, a corn-cob pipe sticking out of each enouromus nostril, a pewter spoon out of each ear and his hair greased into spikes standing straight up all over his head. There was narry a botton left on his uniform. " Looks like he's been picked over darn good" She said. As they both covered their mouths to muffle their laughter. She stood up after a minute, composed herself, then touched Worf on the shoulder and gently shook him. WHAPP! One of his massive arms shot out from his body and struck Riker right in the nether region. " OOHH!" Riker fell over backwards cluthcing his grion and howling in pain. " OH Mama!" he cried as he rolled around on the deck. Again Jeanway began to laugh, only this time out loud. " She composed herself then said to Worf " We need to get this barrel down to my quarters and locked in with you so you can get some sleep. It's been three days you've been here." Worf looked at her and said " That'll suit me just fine Commodore". Riker, now composed helped Worf roll the barrel, upright and to the stairwell. " Easy now" Riker said as they lifted and struggled with it down the rises. Once in the passage it was a short walk to her cabin. Once inside, she instructed Worf to his little corner and said " I'll post watch. Someone right outside the door, you get some sleep now, my friend" He quickly curled up in his corner with his teddy and his woobie, thumb in his mouth and fell asleep.

all of a sudden, a black cloud appeared off the horizon. Cannons fired at the Enterprise. Clipping Jeanway's ship, cannons fired, tearing through the port bow. The return of the EEvil Eye had begun!!!

A massive explosion forward sends some of the men hurling through the air. The cries of the men fill the air. Jeanway, Fenriz, Riker and Worf all run up the passage, scrambled up the rises to the quarterdeck, hang a bad right and head aft.
The last mast is on fire and the sails with it. Fire is everywhere! " Get those pumps going" Jeanway yells at the top of her voice. The men start squirting the fire as others are falling from the sky like rain plopping onto the wooden deck at her feet. "Doctor! Where's the damn Doctor" she cries as she kneels down over one of her men. " Here, I'm here" he tends to the burned and Jeanway climbs up to the crow's nest hurridley with Fenriz and Riker following her. They climb in and observe the "EEvil Eye" off in the distance sailing away from them. " Get those sails Up!" she yells as she leans over the edge. She watches as the crew scrambles below her to get to the other 4 masts. Climbing the ratlines to the spars then untieing the sails. All at once the sails billow in the wind and she climbs down hurridly to the wheel. Spinning it, she brings the ship around , into the wind and the pursuit of the 'EEvil Eye" begins. 'You dirty B*st*rds, I'll get you for this!!!" she screams!!!!! As she shakes her clenched fist in the air at them.

But all of a sudden, cannons rang out, the shots cut through the sails of the Enterprise. The mysterious captain of EEVil EYe laughed, his black cape whipped in the wind. Sailing off, he fired another cannon toward Jeanway...

A ghostly apperition befalls the ' EEVIL EYE', striking the Captain with a bolt of lightning. A large hand comes down from the sky, picks him up and tosses him into the Ocean. " Mind your Manners or you will pay!!!" MMMhhhaaaa. Then as if in a twinkleing of an eye , it dispersed, leaving the crew bedazzled, it's Captain screaming for help from the chop.

strangely, the captain floats out of the water, unphased by the lightning. The EEVil EYe was a ghost ship!!!! Soon the sails were up and the ship sailed off soon to haunt the Enterprise again...

"Captain nik!!!! Where are you??" Jeanway screams into the wind.

Captain nik found himself in a room tied up below deck...
Silence was all he could hear...

You little Craphound! :: chases Weareborg, catches him and gives him a noogie::

Come here! Quit runnin! Or I'll get Worf after you

Hearing the cannon fire astern and a faint voice on the wind, Nik whistles sharply to the Cenrvrion. A moment later, he and Hannibal cvt loose from the Enterprize, leaving the workers to finish their job. The Pax drifts slowly away, and - in an instant - her sails inflate fvll. Her oars drop into the water, and circles sharply, leaning hard into the tvrn. Leaving the harbor, she speeds to intercept the EEvil Eye.

As she comes between the Enterprise and her hideovs black nemesis, she slows slightly. Nik, the Centvrion, and Hannibal each grab a silver shield from the sides of the Pax. At half-a-fvrlong from the ship, the three step to the railing, balancing on the gold-plated beam. Each one then heaves his shield towards the EEvil Eye. The Centvrion's shield slices cleanly throvgh the neck of her helmsman, arcs through the air, and retvrns to the Centvrion, who snatches it for another throw. Hannibal's sheild clefts the EEvil Eye's main mast, sending it toppling into the water, and pvlling the black vessel sideways. Like the Centvrion's, Hannibals shield retvurns to him. Nik's shield pivots sideways and embeds itself firmly halfway into WABs skvll. As WAB falls face first into the red-stained water, Nik looks slightly dissappointed at the loss of a good shield.

The Pax, continves past the EEvil Eye as Hannibal and the Centvurion cleanly slice the heads off her crew with their shields. Several dorsal fins can be seen peaking from out of the water circling the Eye, now half-submerged and stuck in the shallows of the harbor. At half-a-leagve astern, the PAX again pivots and approaches aft of the eye. As the distance closes, six archers run to the Pax's bow, each with a small qviver of arrows. Their arrows are lit, and their shots penetrate the air, leaving parallel smoke trails. As they strike the Eye - now resting on her side, she begins bvrning. One arrow catches a crewmember in the chest, and, screaming, he jvmps into the shark-infested water.

The Pax comes alongside the Eye, and a single archers jvmps onto her exposed keel. He qvickly marches vp and down the lenght of the Eye, looking into her portholes. At one point, he shoves an arrow into a frantically rvnning crewmember and tosses him overboard. Finding the porthole exposing the powder room, he drops a long fvse into the hole, and leaps back to the Pax, trailing the fvse behind him. The Pax moves away slightly. Vsing a flint and the edge of his ax, the Centvrion ignites the fvse, and the Pax moves qvickly away.

In seconds, the Eye explodes, sending pieces of metal and wood raining into the harbor. The Pax circles abovt and comes abreast of the Enterprise. Hannibal and Nik step to her stern. Hannibal speaks lovdly.

"We stand ready to assist in whatever means you need. By the sunrise, the H.M.S. Enterprize will be seaworthy and stocked, and we may continue our quest.
We..... " Hannibal pavses briefly, "have received no word from the Ambassador."

The distant hammering continues on the Enterprize as men ashore begin floating large pieces of worked lumber towards her. A goldsmith hanging on her stern begins reworking her lettering. On shore a smelter has been set up, and pistol shots and cannon balls are being made. In a small lean-to near the smelter, a slim man in a toga is mixing liquids in a flask, while another uses a mortar and pestle.

strangely, the EEvil EYe does not explode. All the heads of the pirates return to their normall positions...
the ghost ship sails off to parts unknown...

YOU ARE BULLET-PROOF !

Jeanway has sent message to The Batavia's Captain by way of 'pigeon post', awaiting relpy.

After a view days of repair the Batavia sets sail into the night,
the wooden hull is replace by iron plates, and the cannonballs are hollowed and filled with
gunpowder.

With alot of anger i took up a cannonbal and writes on it "for EEvil"

after days of searching the lookout see the evil ship,"ALL SAILS UP" I scream.
after a long manouvering cat and mouse game we got behind the enemy ship
"The 4 front cannons fired simultanesly their explosief cannonballs, as they impacted they exploded on the spot, metalpieces fly around throuh the air.

becouse the Batavia is a small ship, he can sail fasts
it was not long when we sailed next to the EEvill.
all 24 cannons spoke their words.
The EEvil was completly distroyd

"Never mess with the Dutch" i yelled

::sits in her Ambassadorial chair on the Hms Enterprize and plays Risk with Jack::

Jeanway observes the assault on the 'EEVIL EYE' from a distance. Hoping this will be the last. Knowing now it's a 'Ghost Ship' and has the ability to re-materialize and cause further problems for everyone. I guess there is always something we have to put up with. In this case it's Serious Captain WAB, and his right hand man, or first officer -Harry Kim-,. MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS

::wonders why noone has engaged her in combat yet..both Enterprize and the Pearl are sitting pretty waiting for a fight::

By morning, the HMS Enterprize is resplendent! Her once fractured and splintered hull is now smooth, pitched and painted. A new figurehead has been carved out for her with two emerald eyes placed in their sockets. The lettering adorning her is of pure gold leaf, and her brasswork is polished to a shine. Her lines are in place, and her knots hold fast. The rising sun beams through this now majestic vessel. Her hold is stocked with provisions, cannonballs, exploding shots, and pistol shots. As well, she has been equipped with several of the fireworks of the orient. A small platform holding a stack of the same fireworks floats tied to the gangway of the USS Enterprise.

The waters of the harbor are clean of the wreckage of yesterday, now crystalline blue and cleared of the stinking flotsam from the wreckage of the Eevil Eye.

The Pax, now loose from the Enterprize, floats still off the Enterprize’s bow. Nik, Hannibal, and the Centvrion all sit on her stern railing, squinting into the sun at the Enterprize. The Centvrion occupies himself by rolling dice on the railing, occasionally chuckling to himself as he appears to be winning this solitary game. Nik is reading a stack of parchments, and Hannibal is cleaning his fingernails with the tip of his scimitar.

When Hannibal spots the Ambassador, he taps Nik slightly, who in turn taps the Centvrion. All three rise, and Hannibal shouts.

“Good morning, most excellent Ambassador! We can see that your ship is a fine ship worthy of the fury of Neptune. We ask you to join us on a quest. Any treasure we find is yours, but we need you to help us. Will you join us? The Pax stands ready for your answer.”

Nik, Hannibal, and the Centvrion stand motionless as they watch the Enterprize, waiting for her answer.

As Jeanway heads North along the coast, past the Carolinas, Long Island Sound and around Cape Cod, she heads into Boston. A bustteling Qual. A Forest of masts fill the harbour. Vessels from the far reaches of the earth, docked at the piers and pilings, and moored, scattered about in the center. Smaller longboats winding their ways through the maze. Jeanway orders the sails lightened and finds the ship a place to dock. As they near the pier, some of the crewmen alight in a boat, row to the pier and secure the small boat, standing ready to receive the lines to secure it. Secure now in her slip, Jeanway orders the gangplank down and walks off the ship with Captain Fenriz and Lieutenant Worf. She has business with the QuarterMaster concerning her orders.

At the QuarterMasters Office there is small parcel waiting for her, along with her wages. She anxiously unties the cord and unwraps it. It contains a small brass plaque with the inscription. ~ CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE ACHIEVED THE RANK OF REAR ADMIRAL Lida Jeanway ~. She looks at it, reads it softly to herself the holds it to her chest, exhales and says softly, " Finally". Also enclosed in the pact was a letter from high command. It said: "Greetings Rear Admiral Jeanway, A great Captain has to have the feelings of a magnificient conductor, the brain of a General, infinate practical ability, unquestioned power of Command. She is a Master-sailmaker, master-shipwright, master stevedore. She is her ship's brains, eyes, thoughts and controlling hands. She has complete charge of a Great Seafaring entity, great though so small. In such a manner, it is now your duty. And may God be with you." she thinks to herself, " I may be an Admiral, but I'm still the Captain" Smiling she collects her wages and leaves the office. Fenriz and Worf patiently waiting for her just outside.

With this advancement, comes a new ship. Her beloved 'USS ENTERPRISE' will be surrendered to a new Captain, along with it's crew. She has been commissioned to be Admiral of the U.S.S. ELUSIVE. She brings this news to the ship most hurredly and all are obviously dismayed at the thought of a new Captain. The U.S.S. ELUSIVE awaits her in the harbour. She spends the rest of the day supervising the unloading and loading of her possessions to her new ship. Setteling in to her new Stateroom, examining the ship, it's Wardroom, crew's quarters, galley, cargo holds, armory, battle decks, stores, rigging and sails. This pristeen new ship sparkles and shines with teak and brass. This 5 masted, man-of-war, square- rigged, Barquentine, almost the exact same ship she had just reliquished only without the damaged rigging. She is happy. Captain Fenriz at her one side Lieutenant Worf on the other she stands at the enormous wheel, examines the intricite scrollwork with her hands and looks out over her new acquistion.

All of a sudden, the EEvil EYe refromed from the mists of the sea fog....
I'm bulletproof!!!

SolarWind blows through the mist and exposes the 'EEvil Eye' She can see all that is wrong in this world.


Captain WAB has troubles and must try to get along with those around him. More can be gained by co-operation and respect than trying to blow everyone out of the water. Captain nik, simplify the flowery language so the simple folk can follow the story. Too much Sun makes a desert, my friend. Jeanway, shut up. Tina get back to business. Fenriz talk more. Worf, well, he's Worf, what can I say ILikeSeven, where are you? HarryKim, I thought you were WAB's right hand man?


SolarWind dissipates over the Sea and is gone up through a water spout as quickly as she came.

Captain, s log Suplimental

After 20 minutes of cannon blazing and explosions a silence returned over the calm ocean.
As I stoop on the rear deck, looking through my spyglass the smoke of destruction slowly disappears.
There is was… that so called mighty EEvil Eye, all teared apart, cracked masts, shattered hull’s a and demon like cry from it.
But instead of sinking, the remains (of what used to be a ship) disappear into a thick fog.

Suddenly a pigeon lands before my feet.
It had a message on one of his legs, I bent over and took the little scroll from its feet and started to read it.
It was from Admiral Jeanway, warning me that The EEvil eye was not a normal ship but a ghost ship, and that it would re-materialise it self in the fog
Suddenly a fear runs through me and I yelled “RAISE ALL SAILS WE HAVE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

So we sailed with full sails away from the battle scene heading east in search of a save haven somewhere at a Dutch Colony.

That evening me and my officers discussed the battle we had done (together with so romulan ale) as we spoke a brilliant idée came to me, I discussed with my first officer Hangon and together we agreed to it.
We shall return to battle with the EEvil eye, but this time we will fight it with his own weapons, we only have to find it, but we will and we will be Victorious
-To be Continued-

Capt. ILIKESEVEN out


(The dutch ship BATAVIA)

The Ambassador is startled because she was not expecting the Pax to come so close..With her mind hungover from and the Ghost ship Black Pear still under repairs she replys to Captain Nik

"Well its about time Boys! The Pearl needs a couple of dace for repairs still but we would be honored to blow up the other Enterprise.Dang that Jeanway! She thinks she could kill and destroy the Pirate Queen of the high seas. Would you gentleman like some lunch?"

The Pax floats listlessly outside of Boston Harbor, unseen in the morning fog. Her sails sag in the calm, and her oars drag still in the water as she drifts. The centurion stands at the helm, resting a single hand on the tiller, his downcast eyes staring at a point on the deck about two meters in front of him. Hannibal stands at the bow, silently staring towards the harbor. At the stern of the ship, Nik sits on the railing, his legs hanging over the edge. With his elbows on his knees, he rests his head in both hands and stares blankly into the dark water. Occassionaly, Hannibal turns as if to say something, stops, and then resumes his silent watch.

Aboard the USS Elusive, a familiar parrot sits patiently on the wheel. A small gold cannister is tied with a leather thong to its leg.

Aboard the HMS Enterprize, a gold-shafted arrow sticks into the center of the wheel. A piece of parchment is tied near the tip with a piece of gold thread.

It says" Doomed is the Pirates who cross our path,because hell is awaiting"

The Enterprize sits and waits with the Pax who is off thier port bow..

The cannons are ready the men are nervous.Battle is inevitable

At the appearance of the glorious Enterprize, Nik looks up sharply and smiles broadly. He runs amidships and Hannibal rushes to his side. His eyes blaze wildly as Hannibal speaks.

"Greetings, most excellent Ambassador!" Nik and Hannibal bow to the Enterprize. "Our quest is perilous but the rewards great! However, we must await the arrival of our direction."

The Pax's oars move, and the Pax pivots slightly so that her starboard side is towards the harbor.

"Ambassador," Hannibal starts, "We humbly ask you to place your brave vessel on our port side with you bow towards the harbor. This evening, will you join us aboard the Pax for a glorious re-union? It is one that has not taken place in a millenium! We will prepare a feast for you and your first officer. The Fates await us, excellent Ambassador! Join us this evening, and all will become clear!"

Nik, Hannibal, and the Centurion all bow low and wait patiently for the Ambassador's answer, broad smiles on all their faces.

GLORIOUS, in full sail, new crew aboard, 'The USS ELUSIVE' makes her way out of the Qual the following morning. Wind at her back, Jeanway, Fenriz and Worf, stand at the wheel. Course set to the North, past Provincetown at the tip of the Cape, then on to George's Bank, to rendevous with a French Cargo Frigate, ' The Laeisz ', on it's way to the mouth of the Hudson, for an exchange of wines and spices. A short voyage planned to test the sea worthiness of her new charge. No incident occured and 'The ELUSIVE' returned to Boston with her hold full. As she entered the harbour, she passed 'The USS ENTERPISE', now under repair and awaiting it's new Captain. The orders have been issued to a prospective candidate but as of yet no reply has been received. Her recommendation to High Command was honored and assessment of his credentials proved him worthy. If his response is not favorable another candidate will be asked, perhaps a gentleman with a Large EGO may accept.


Pondering the whereabouts of her allies, nik, Tina, ILikeSeven and that Ghastley Ghost ship, ' The EEVIL EYE '. She gazes South. "I hope they are alright" she whispers. She looks at Fenriz, he too shares this same concern and it shows on his face. They hold each other as they watch the harbour dim then darken, the lit portholes of a hundred sailing ships all around them, reflecting in the water like glowing snakes, a magnificent sight.

All of a sudden the EEvil EYe Rises out of the sea mists (again) and opens fire on Jeanway and her ship... Ghost pirates pilage the ship and disappear...
The ghost ship sails away......

Solar Wind materializes and undoes all the EEvil. Spins the " EEVIL Eye" up into a huge waterspout and plops him down again in the Mediterranian Sea, thousands of miles from Jeanway. Erases all memory of the event in Captain WAB's thick head then vanishes again in the mist.

-Harry Kim- wins!!!

The AMbassador,in full dress uniform waves at the boys from the Enterprize..The Pax is a fast good ship,she thinks.

"Steer it towards the port boys" She yells at her crew "I have buisiness on the pax"
" I would gladly join your cause .We are armed and ready.We are fast and we are manned with the finist in the fleet!..I am ready to hunt !

She also begins to notice how cute Nik is getting

But on to business


"First officer Drago,please join me on the Pax
BTW Nik...Y'all need any more Rum ?

NOW THROW HARRY KIM OFF THE SIDE PLEASE

Solar Wind looks down upon this and is puffed up with Joy. Alas! We are getting along. How nice this is becoming. Finally.

We're now in the RPG section!!!

What? Since when? Well, I guess that's better than being closed altogether. Are we all role playing? I thought we were telling a story. Now I'm confused, again

Oh well

Story or Sim

We here ON WHITH THE SHOW

Now Jeanway feels upset. Not kidding.

A rope with gold interweave is tossed to a deckhand on the Enterprize and tied to a gold cathead on the Pax.

Hannibal steps forward with Nik and speaks.

"Now, excellent Ambassador, we must wait, for the bearer of our course has yet to arrive. In the meantime, we have a small gift for you."

A rope is tossed over the fore yardarm of the Enterprize, and a large, locked barrel is hoisted from the Pax and swung to the Enterprize. Nik leaps into the air and lands deftly on the rope adjoining the two vessels. Balancing easily, he draws a key from his breastplate and tosses it to the Ambassador. Leaping backwards, Nik lands on the deck beside Hannibal.

As Nik and Hannibal stand motionless on the Pax looking at the Enterprize, the centvurion directs workers about her deck. A long table is set up amidship with an emerald cloth and decorated with blossoms of the South American continent. As the two vessels continue to wait, the smell of delicious cooking wafts from below deck on the Pax.

The Ambassador catches the key..And what was in the chest?

Dresses... The Ambassador squeals with delight because they were all so beautiful,some were silk otheres were woven out of finer cloths..All were extraorinly beautiful..

" I will wear one tonight" She says to Hannibal and Capt Nik with a wink

And i too have also have a gift for you " She tosses over a small purse and in the purse was ...a map


Thats the third island off a chain in the Carrabein called atsway key. Its a nice vacation spot if you are ever in a jam. Go there..There is food and supplys and also lots of treasure hidden. Jack told me about it ...reluctintly and i share it with you"


Till Tonight!

::she walks towards her quaters and opens the door and examines all thre pretty dresses::


(OT: Can i keep adding the Black pearl as my accoumponng Vessel)