SolarWind, rests in her bed of Light, a smile on her face

The evening wears on as the table is cleared, and a hot bitter beverage is poured into silver cups for the guests. As before, the Elusive and the Enterprize are stocked with provisions from the Pax. Hannibal invites Worf over for another fistfight, and this time Drago joins in, creating a raucous melee. With Worf's shoulder dislocated, Drago holding a cracked rib, and Hannibal wiping caked blood from his eye, the three men retire laughing to the stern with three silver goblets and a large flagon of rum where they talk about women, tell dirty jokes, and sing songs of the heroes of old. Nik rests on his elbows and listens to his descendants talk into the night, occassionally glancing up at the stars - some bearing familiar names. The centurion stands guard at the bow. Every few minutes he entertains himself by skipping gold doubloons across the surface of the black waters.

As Nik sits listening, he picks up the Ambassador's mirror, looks at, spins it in his fingers, and considers. He motions, and the centurion rushes to his side. In a matter of seconds, Nik flashes a few rapid, complex movements with his hand and eyes. The Centurion nods and rushes below.

The guests depart for the evening and the gangplanks are removed. The vessels lie silently tied together in the still night, as Hannibal, Nik, and the Centurion stand motionless on the Pax's deck throughout the evening.

Late the next morning, as the cool breezes begin to wax, Nik, Hannibal, and the Centurion are seen in their same spots. The torches and decorations removed, the Pax and her crew stand ready for her mission.

Upon seeing the Ambassador and the Admiral on the decks of their respective ships, the Centurion speaks loudly.

"Good afternoon, ladies! I trust you are well rested!"

Hannibal steps forward. "Ladies, the captain of the Pax asks if you are ready to begin our mission. Your vessels are stocked, and together you know the way! The captain awaits your answer." Nik smiles broadly at the ladies and their glorious vessels on either side of his warship, nodding as Hannibal speaks.

At the helms of the Enterprize and the Elusive, identical packages wrapped in gold foil sit. A small piece of parchment is tied to each. "To the lady of the Enterprize" and "To the lady of the Elusive." They say respectively.......

Jeanway in her wardroom with her Bowsonsmate, 1st Lieutenant Riker, Captain Fenriz and Worf in the corner examining something on the tip of his finger he just dug out of his nose.

"Gentleman. Our course is set due EAST. I trust you all DO understand the importance of this Voyage". They all answered in turn " Aye, Captain, except for Worf who just grunted.

They all went up on deck and marshalled the crew into action. Men climbed the masts and released the sails which had been secured the night before. Unfurled and underway, the Pax in the lead position. The Enterprize and the Elusive ran side by side just behind, both Captains at the wheel of their ships. Occasionally Jeanway and the Ambassador would look over at each other and smile, as they proceded EAST across the Atlantic.

A sister! i can't believe it! She says to herself softly as the Enterprize sets sail

She is standing at the wheel all morning thinking that she has wasted so much time arguing with Jeany!

It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining bright.The Pax and the Elusive were steady in thier course,,Everyone was iching for battle...

And the maps were safe in thier masters pockets

By way of 'Pigeon Post' a message had been relayed from ship to ship from French Polynesia. "It must have been in route for months", Jeanway thought to herself as she opened it. It read: To the most Admirable, Captain Jeanway, from Captain HeadBorg of the HMS Bonaventure. Am sorry to have to tell you this my dearest Jeanway. I find myself quite ill with malaria and do not expect to last out the year. It would give me the greatest of pleasure to be able to see you just one last time before the end. Please come to Borabora before it's too late.

Jeanway stood mute and motionless at this. HeadBorg, dying? He is so young and vital, I just can't believe this. Knowing he had been offered the USS ENTERPRISE to command. She thought to herself about the brief yet rocky relationship they had just a few short months before, and how badly it ended. Well before she met Captain Fenriz. How can I manage this without hurting him, she wondered. Should I be honest with him or keep this a secret? I could manage a few weeks away from the ELUSIVE with some help, he would never have to know. OH, such a delema. Should I tell him or not. I can't deny an old friend his last request. What should I do? How should I handle this? She asked herself over and over in her mind.

As if by devine intervention a glowing sphere of light suddenly appeared off the bow of the ship. Slowly it approached and landed on the deck. In a plume of sparks and mist a woman's form took shape in front of Jeanway. A beautiful tanned, tall woman, twice Jeanway's height with long, curling tresses of reddish, gold falling almost to her feet. Jeanway stood there, eyes bulging, mouth hanging open at what she was witnessing. The woman, SolarWind, spoke to Jeanway in a soft, melodius voice. " You are caught in a storm between Love and Loyalty, are you not? She asked Jeanway. " How, how did you know this and who are you?" Jeanway asked. " Oh, My Dear" she answered. " I know all, little escapes my notice." Jeanway hung her head and a tear dropped to the wooden deck. " I know how much this would hurt Fenriz if he knew" She answered. " Tell him" SolarWind replied. " If your love is true, he will understand and nothing more will come between you if you are always honest with each other" Jeanway looked up into SolarWinds huge, luminesent green eyes and knew she was right. " Yes, he is a very understanding man, he has to put up with alot being with me. I boss him, I yell at him and once I even struck him" she said "AH, yes, my dear, but is he not still here with you?" Solarwind asked. " Yes, he is" Jeanway said, her voice beginning to crack with emotion. " Take my advice and you will see the kind of man he is, he will not leave you or judge you, he loves you, all will turn out well if you do as I instruct you" Then again the ball of mist and sparks began to appear around SolarWind and engulfed her. It then rose from the deck and floated out over the Ocean and dissapeared as quickly as it came. Jeanway now knew the only course she must take. Honesty!

While the Elusive makes it's way east in formation with the Enterprize and the Pax, Fenriz is in his cabin. Cursing quietly to himself Fenriz is attempting to pry his boots off the deck where Worf has nailed them down in his latest salvo in the war of practical jokes waging between him and Fenriz. A soft knock at his cabin door stops him, opening the door Fenriz sees Jeanway standing in the passageway, worry in her eyes. Before he can say anything Jeanway speaks " I need to speak with you, it's important." Puzzled, Fenriz motions for her to enter the small cabin and closes the door behind her.
Turning to face him Jeanway lets the words fall out of her afraid of how Fenriz will act upon hearing what she has to say. " I received a message today from a...friend, Headborg is his name. He's dying and he requests that I see him once more before the end. He's in Bora Bora and the journey will be hazardous and take many months"
" Love, you don't need my say so to take this ship where ever you have a notion to go, especially to see a friend on their deathbed." Fenriz replies.
" We were more than friends, we were....intimate." Jeanway hesitates with the last word her eyes searching Fenriz's face for some hint of his reaction. Stopped in his thoughts for a second Fenriz looks in her eyes and sees the love she has for him. There's no hesitation to his answer " Then there's only one thing for you to do, you must certainly go to his side, the devil be damned if he's in Bora Bora. I'll stand with you to hell and back." Taking her hand in his he leans in and kisses her softly.
" Now we'd best get the crew roused and signal the Pax and the Enterprize, Bora Bora's a long way over the horizon and we're wasting daylight" says Fenriz a smile on his face. Relief filling her being Jeanway smiles at him and allows him to open the door for her and they ascend the rises at the end of the passageway up to the deck.

~ BACK ON THE TINKERBELLE ~




SolarWind alights on her ship as she did on the Elusive. "Captain WeareBorg, where arst thou my precious charge?" she asks loudly. A sudden explosion of crashing and Klaanging{ } metal objects arises from below deck. " I'm here, I'm right here SolarWind" WeareBorg yells from below deck. " Have you been behaving yourself in my absence, my precious?" She asks again, loudly. A silence, no answer from him. " Come up here" she orders him. " Be right there" he answers. More crashing and clanging about below deck is heard. SolarWind now suspects mischief. She goes below deck and follows the noise to the galley. There she sees him, WeareBorg, sitting on the floor surrounded by bowls of food, fruit, gruel, pots of honey, bottles of half drunken wine, breads and cheese strewn all about. Chocolate all over his face, especially around his mouth. He looks up at her. " UH OH" he says. " Gluttonous FOP" she exclaims. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was hungry" he said hastily in his own defense. " There is no excuse for this young man!" she said angrily. " Alright, if your so hungry you are to eat EVERYTING HERE right now." He looked up at the tower of a female and gasped " Everything?" He asked. " Yes, EVERYTHING" . WeareBorg knew if he didn't obey her, there would be H*LL to pay. He began to eat and eat and eat some more. Groaning and belching and stuffing it in at an alarming rate. he was making good progress there for a while. Then he began to turn a light shade of PUSE, then it darkened, to a nice olive green. Burping and belching between bites he looked up at her with the most soulful, sick puppy eyes anyone could imagine. Seeing his obvious distress, SolarWind relented and told him to stop. He immediatley ran past her up the rises and began to hurl and puke over the side.

ok...
that was random...
I don't eat that much....

I never eat breakfast and I eat small dinners...

oh well back to the story...

after hurling green and yellow acidic barf, WEAREBORG says sorry. He just had to have a little snack. He said he didn't intentionally make so much food. He wanted to go back to the training....

SolarWind alights the rises to WeareBorg. Watches the effects of his judgement as he deposits his contents into the Ocean. After the full fledged spewing ceased, then a series of wretches, the poor, little fellow slid down the ballistrade to the deck and lie there prostate. His eyes red and tearing, he looked up at her as she stood over him. " Please SolarWind, I understand now, I won't do THAT AGAIN" he said. She foled her arms in front of her chest and surveyed the pitiful sight. " I have much to do with you, young man, but in time, you SHALL learn. Experience IS the best teacher." She replied.

Now she set her mind on another pressing issue. "WeareBorg?" she asked. " What'd I do now?" he answered. " Oh, Dear, this has nothing to do with you, but I will need your help" She said. WeareBorg sat up from his prone position on the deck and looked at her with anticipation. " Whatever" he replied, waiting for what was coming next.

"I have knowledge of someone who is in need of our assitance". She said to him WeareBorg's interest peaked. " OUR help?" he asked. "Yes" she replied. He then wondered what she meant by 'OUR' assistance. She continued " The forces of EEvil that held you so tightly in it's grip causes much pain and illness in this world. There is a man, we must help deliver from it's grip, also. " Who is it, do I know him?" He asked. " No, I think not, but you will in time" She said with a smile on her face. " Are you still a willing student WeareBorg?" She asked. " OH Yes Maam, yes I am" he answered. " Good, I thought as much" she said. " Now you go clean yourself, your a sight" She intructed him. WeareBorg went below to his cabin, undressed, washed himself of the splashed,dried vomit all over his body, put on a clean set of clothes and returned to SolarWind on deck. " I'm ready when you are Maam" he said as he saluted her. In a flash of light, the ship was transported to the South Pacific. Amidst a group of islands know as French Polynesia. Just off shore, one in particular known as 'Borabora'. She stood at the rail and pointed " There she said to WearBorg" He looked and saw a small island, golden, white sand beach, palm trees and a group of thatched , roof huts. " He is there" she said. " Who?" he asked. She continued. " A man who is in as much need of you as you are of him" she said. " My DAD?" He asked. She smiled down on him an continued. " No Dear, but a man who as you are, without family. He needs a son as you need a father."
WeareBorg's curiosity now peaked. He knew nothing of his own father and longed for one, his whole life. Without the guidance of a father he has floundered in life. With not an anchor to keep him from drifting into the currents of EEvil that he has found himself in. As he is, so is HeadBorg. Sick and dying here alone, SolarWind feels she must intervene and help these two longing souls to find each other.

Anchored within sight of the Tinkerbelle is the British ship, the HMS Bonaventure. The Captain lies within sight of it in his hut on the beach. His Malaria makes the motion of the waves and resulting sickness worse so he has taken refuge on dry land for his remaining time. The crew and ship at his disposal at anytime. Longboats are in the water go to and from the ship day and night at beckoned call of Captain HeadBorg. His crew and the natives of this island taking care of him, yet he still longs for a son. Knowing that HeadBorg IS WeareBorg's natural father is not something she will share with the two unsuspecting men, yet. These are things that will be revealed to them in time, without her assistance. Seeing a bright future in store for both HeadBorg and his son WeareBorg she sets WearBorg down magically on the sand in front of his hut. " Go" she says to him and meet your maker" She smiles. "It's all up to you now" she tells him. Knowing the ship and his father are now his to have if he choses it. She watches from the rail as WeareBorg walks to the archway of the hut and enters out of her sight. She WILLS an instant healing of HeadBorg, the malaria is now gone. He is not aware of this yet, but it will be evident to him within a short time.

"Hello??" says WEAREBORG. Looking around, his eyes adjust to te light. He sees an older man. Skinny as bones, and sickly pale, the man got up. He asks "Who are you?". WEAREBORG replies without faltering. "WEAREBORG", "What is you name mister....."?
"Headborg" the old man responds. "what are you doing?" he continues on. "I was sent here by Solar Wind to take care of you."

All of a sudden, there is a rustling behind the hut...

~ Back on the Elusive ~

Bright blue skys above, wind at their backs, the PAX, Enterprize and the Elusive, heading due East across the Atlantic. The Pax adjusts her course to East South East as they sight the Azores, a group of islands off the West coast of North Africa. Then they head directly South along the West coast of Africa towards the Cape of Good Hope. Knowing the dangerous passage through it, Jeanway feels apprehensive and talks with Fenriz and Riker. They had both sailed these waters before and knew them well. Many ships are lost going through this tumultous region of water where the Atlantic and the Indian Oceans mix and churn as they merge. " We have God with us on this Voyage" Fenriz says to her " And Captain nik's assurance that no harm will come to us" That made Jeanway feel more confident and secure. "Perhaps a stop at Cape Town may give us a rest before we continue" She suggested to Fenriz. " Splendid idea" he replied. " We'd best convey this to the PAX and to the Enterpize to see if they have any objections" Jeanway said. She bustled down the deck to her cage of pigeons. First writing on two small pieces of parchment , a message to both her companion ships. She pulled out one pigeon, secured the note to it's leg then let it go from the bow. It flew directly to the PAX and landed. The second bird she let go from the Portside towards the Enterprize. That too landed on the Ambassodor's ship.

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WEAREBORg steps out of the hut with heaeborg. WEAREBORG asks if the old man needs anything. Headborg replies, "If I could only find my son, he disappeared many years ago on the sea.." WEAREBORG took comfort on the man...
Turning to see what was behind the hu, WEAREBORG saw the body of a man.....
He was cut throughout his body, chafed dry lips, and bloody... With HEADborg's help, WEAREBORG dragged the man into the hut. They decided to treat his wounds... They tried to wake him, but they decided not to as they just saw he was uncouncious. They wanted him to rest. They would ask who he was and what he was doing in the morning....
Now they both ate an array of mangoes, coconuts and a feast of fish. Finishing their coconut milk, WEAREBORG went to bed. Headborg had gone to sleep right before....
Solarwind watched from afar....

SolarWind watches from the stern of the Tinkerbelle. Observing young WeareBorg and HeadBorg dragging what appears to be a body from the back of the hut around to the front then inside. She thinks to herself " Don't fail me now, my young grasshopper, remember your lessons" The candles are blown out in the hut, all is dark now. She smiles then lays down on her bed of light and goes to sleep.

In the morning, WEAREBORG uses his powers to heal the man. The mysterious man introduces himself as Simrod. He tells his story of a strange group of people from a far away land. A land of darkness. These people are ruled by a strange creature. This creature has cloak of transformation. also this creature has magical powers. Powers used for great evil...
Great evil radiates from the creature's citadels. This account of the land and great perils intrigues WEAREBORG. Without warning, all of a sudden a whirring is heard outside of the hut, and all goes dark.

Nik holds his hand out for the approaching pigeon. He reads the message as he passes the pigeon to the centurion, who whispers something to it and releases it to fly back to the Elusive. In a few minutes, an archer rushes to the deck. He places two gold-shafted arrows into his bow, aims straight at the zenith, and fires. The arrow fly into broad arcs, one towards the Elusive, one towards the Enterprize - each arrow sticks into to main masts of each vessel.

Attached to the arrows are messages. "If you board the Pax, we will conduct you to the shore at the cape. We must be careful! For a certain evil emanates from that place, the likes of which will make the bones of any man grow cold! -nik"

As the shores of the cape draw near, Nik and the centurion carefully scan their eyes over the coast. The oars of the Pax are drawn in, and her sails become limp as she stops. Several archers can be seen lining her bow.

waking up from in a dank hall. Both Simrod and Headborg were not to be found. He was restrained by some mysterious force. "Release the prisoner" said a male voice in the inky black, the voice smooth and calculated. The invisible restraints were released. Sore from his confinement, WEAREBORG tried to stand. But then the voice said "Fool, you can't stand. You are just released of you shackles." WEAREBORg tried as hard as he could to talk back to this evil malevolent being, but to no avail..... He was trapped...

Out of the darkness WeareBorg hears a whispering voice " Do you need me? " It asks. He instantly recognizes it, it was SolarWind.

"I need you" says WEAREBORG....
"Help the others too please..."

All of a sudden light drenches the room...

Thinking about the map and the new sister in her life. " We must get together to figure out where in the world we are going" Knowing we were in the vicinity of the treasure we must determine together where this island lies. Jeanway scribes yet another message on a piece of parchment at her large wooden desk in her cabin, goes above deck and to the pigeon cage for the second time today. Affixes the message to the pigeon's leg and offs it towards the Enterprize. Seeing it on the rail she waits for a reply from the Ambassador.

Well b4 sunrise, Headborg awoke to find one of the two misterious visitors missing, seeing the young lad still asleep I slip out of the hut....feeling somewhat stronger now.....why? what kind of witchcraft is this? where did the lad come from? and the new strange ship off-shore? Why did this strange lad suddenly apair? and most of all the young lad strongly resembles a mermaid I once dreamed off! Or was it a dream at all? I order the sailor on watch to gather a search-party quietly with torches lit / cutlass drawn we follow the blood trail into the dark jungle....I don't like strangers suddenly showing up while I'm ill, but if this one bleeds, I know I can get some answers from him....the young lad I can deal with later, he seems familar...and I don't precieve him as a threat. My Yoman reports...strange sounds could be hear coming from the jungle the last few nites and the natives were frightened...the claim a tribe from a naighboring island is canabals and have been known to land on the far side of the island..and hunt and kill people who wonder off alone. Hope to find Simrode b4 they do. Will have to deel with them before leaving the island, not much hope Jeanway will receive my message...althought I used my best bird...seems unlikely. The broken mast/battle damage to the "Bonaventure" almost complete....good crew...outstanding 1st Officer....I was worried they might leave me here to rot, but I think not! Drake's death 5 months ago hit the crew hard.

"I'm Here, Grasshopper" she said quietly. " In the shadows" she added.
" Remember your lessons, this may be real, or it may be another. No harm will come to you, I'm forever at your side, whether you know it or not."

Focusing on escaping, WEAREBORG illuminates the room with his powers....
All he sees are walls and a floor....
With all his might he breaks down the wall.....
the wall of a sudden was replaced by an adimantium barrier...
With his strongest magic he tried to destroy the adimantine armor...
Powers bounced back and forth in the room diffused by the wall...
The adamantium was mgic proof.

With all of his faith, WEAREBORG transported himself back to the island

Jeanway stands at the rail, eyes fixed on the Enterpize. The pigeon had landed on a forward bulkhead and remained there unnoticed. She waits. After a few moments, she noticed a faint, unfamiliar sound. As it grew louder, off in the distance she began to notice a small object, also unfamiliar to her approaching her ship, from the air. Puzzeled by this she walked to the stern and kept her eyes fixed on the object. As it grew closer to her the details of it became clearer. Something she had never seen or heard of before flew directly over her and continued on over the Ocean. A tremendous roar and buzzing sound shook her as it passed directly over her head. She watched, hypnotized the entire time as she watched it approach then continue on past her finally disappearing into the clouds. " What tha" she said to herself, as she scratched her head in total bewilderment. " I think I need more sleep" she said out loud to herself. " I'm seeing and hearing things that aren't there" She went below and stretched out in her sling in her cabin and fell asleep.

After a few hours of needed sleep she was woken up by a tap on her cabin door. It was Fenriz. She said "Enter" and he opened the door and came in. " Here is the Ambassador's return post" He said, as he handed a rolled up piece of parchment to her. She took it, unrolled it and read outloud to Fenriz " Yes, I am in waiting for a meeting with you concerning the map, will prepare to board immediatley. The Enterprize manuvered up along side the Elusive. Deck hands threw lines across to secured the two ships together. Ambassodor Tinadoll climbed up on the rail and stepped across to the Elusive. Jeanway took her hand and helped her down onto the deck. Smiling and chattering with each other they went below to Jeanway's quarters.

Once there, Jeanway began to pull out all her maps from her trunk. She layed them out on the large table and the two Captains began to examine the two pieces of their own map, comparing the size and shape of the island to the stack she had layed out. One by one they discarded the maps onto the floor. " Here, look at this" the Ambassador said to Jeanway. " It appeares there is a another larger island to the West" Even though they weren't certain if it was another island or perhaps a small section of a continent. " A very distintive shape, this island has." Said Jeanway. " According to the rose, it was at least 500 miles from it." The map had a small star etched in gold at it's Southern most tip. " The Ambassador put her finger on it and said " There it is, right there, that's our treasure" Jeanway looked and said " Yes, I do believe you are correct ." The two women continued to search the seemily neverending stack of maps. Now that they had a clear outline of the island it was just a simple matter of finding it. " EUREKA!!" Jeanway shouted as she danced around the cabin with the larger map clutched close to her body. " Let me see" The Ambassador ordered. Jeanway quickly put the map down on the table again and they both examined it again. " Yes, that's it alright" They high-fived each other and began swinging each other around in a sort of Celebration dance. " It's C Saint Marie, on the Southern most tip of the Island of Madagascar.
Jeanway pointed out to the Ambassador their prospective route. " Around the Cape, North to the Mozambique Channel and we are there. A two day sail and we will be there." In unison they said " We must tell Captain nik!!"

Back up on deck, to the pigeons, off went another message to the Captain of the Pax.

Standing at the stern of the Pax, his crimson cape blowing in the stiff breeze near the Cape, Nik watches with interest the activity of the Enterprize and the the Elusive and deck hands secure the vessels together. He spots a pigeon released from the Elusive. In minutes, the bird crosses the two furlongs separating the two vessels. As the pigeon lands on Nik's outstretched arm, a young boy brings a gold platter of fruit and nuts to the deck, and sets it down near the tiller. The pigeon jumps to the platter and begins eating while Nik reads the message.

Beckoning to the centurion, a brush and parchment is brought to Nik. While he writes, the pigeon alights, and begins flying back to the Elusive. Nik hands the brush back to the centurion, and an archer joins him at his side. He hands Nik a gold-shafted arrow, and Nik wraps the small parchment about its shaft near the point, tying it with a thin gold strand. The archer leaps to the railing on th stern, takes aim and fires. The arrow whistles through the air, passing underneath the pigeon, and sticks into the Elusive between the feet of the watching Admiral.

The parchment, written in Aramaic, says, "The crew of the Pax humbly thank you for your cooperation. We stand ready to make speed at your convenience. " Aboard the Pax, Nik, Hannibal, and the Centurion all bow to the Admiral and the Ambassador.

Hannibal talks to Nik as they watch the Elusive. "Our freedom is within the week, m'lord!"

The Ambassador and the Abmiral are ready tto set sail.They shake hands and Tina steps back onto the Enterprize. She summons her cheif officers into her quaters..First officer Drago Lemoon makes way for Second officer and James Phaserman. head of the Marine officers is Ed Mcgon a Irishman with a feiry temper. They all decide that Entreprize should take the lead of the convoy because Elusive has a weaker stern and Enterrpize is fast. She grabs and sends a messege to Jeanway

"Trip to Canaries will take us through Pirate water..Alow us to lead"

She waits for an answer

in vain, Headborg and hunting party stumbled thru the nite-searching for the stranger named "simrod" who by the amount of blood, and length of trail...must have "bleed out" and could not possibly be among the living as dawn aproached.
As the party neared the ridge of the western slope, the sun rose over it and the blood trail ended. Knowing the catography of this island well, I deside to continue to the top and servey the scene, to the west more jungle, southwest aprox 3 miles down the slope of the cresent mountain ridge lay the cove, lagoon where the Bonaventure, and her 2 merchantman she excorted were peacefully anchored, and the little village. As I reach the ridge I look to the north East..for the sun's morning rays blind my tired eyes.....I drop to the ground suddenly to keep from being spotted....there....3 miles down along the Eastern coast...not 1 but 2 French ships...landing troops! The French will surely come this way, the Bonaventure is not ready to sail...oh where is Janeway when I need her guns! I hope that strange young lad..WEAREBORG...can fight...seems we are going to have to stand and fight until (1) the Bonaventure is repaired or hold out til Janeway arrives...I gather the party and we make haste back down the mountain toward the village.

MESSAGE READS: " In Your Dreams, your ship will lead! My Five masted squared rigged Barquentine will swamp you straight to the bottom! I'm taking the second position, The PAX will lead as she has done so far!" Sent straight off with the pigeon.

" GET THOSE DAMNED MAINSAILS UP, NOW!! " Jeanway barked as she stormed up and down the deck boots a clomping. " Who does SHE think She is anyway? After all this time waiting for her SHE decides arbitrarily that SHE'S taking the lead, I DON'T THINK SO!!" The crew scattered as she made her way around the deck hollering and kicking powder monkeys out of her way.

The Elusive caught the next great rush of wind, she steered the ship directly in front of the Enterprise, forcing The Ambassador to cut a hard turn to Port. " She'd better stay out of my way" Jeanway yelled as she shook her fist at Tina.

The Ambassador falls oh her butt asthe ship gets rammed on the side by the Eluisve.She can't figure out why beacuse the messge she sent was curtious and firendly and portective of her big sister.But if she wants to play that way

HARD TO STARBOARD

The Elusive gets jolted to the other side as she sees Jeanway fall on her face..NOW GO FOR IT >>SAILS OPEN LETS GIVE HER A RUN FOR HER MONEY

The Enteprize is a much faster Frigite than the Bulky old Elusive and they are easily out runned and out gunned..


Tina waves by by to her sis and makes her way to Cape Horn and to Matagasgar

Jeanway gets thrown to the deck. As she turns the wheel hard to Starboard to avert a collision. " YOU B*t*h!! " She yelled at the top of her voice. The Ambassador stands with her hands on her hips looking over at Jeanway with a puzzeled look on her face






{ Oh Tina, and just SO YOU KNOW, this is a BRAND NEW SHIP, just built, and I can outrun YOUR little Pisser, anyday! Frigit, MY A**!!!}

Now barreling through the chop at the Cape, Captain nik, leading, trying to stay out of this little fruckus these two women are embroiled in, he man's the wheel of The Pax, gripping it and frequently turning around to make sure those two aren't killing each other. Once or twice they gained on him and nearly rammed him astern with their antics of Seamanship. And he could see from his deck Jeanway and The Ambassador hurling obscenities towards each other across their respective bows. Again he is seen wincing along with Hannibal, the Centurian, Fenriz, Worf, Riker and Dragon

~ SIRENS ~




Sea-Nymphs who by their beautiful singing, lured sailors to their deaths. In origin they were young maids, companions of Persephone, posessed with lovely voices. Upon the abduction of Persephone by Hades, the Sirens prayed that they be given wings to aid in the search; thus they became half- birds and half-women. Homer mentioned two sirens; three were often imagined; usually, however, they are thought of as a large group. Two voyagers who managed to sail past the Sirens were Odysseus and Jason.

Having sailed this region before and having read the exploits of the heroes of old, Nik can be seen doing something rather strange aboard the Pax. The centurion and Hannibal are passing out small items to the crewmembers who place them in their ears. Hannibal and the centurion then tie Nik securely to the central mast, blindfolding him in the process. In this way, Nik cannot communicate with his crew as they navigate the choppy waters off the cape, but he can hear.

Two archers rush to her deck and each fires a gold-shafted arrow into the air. The arrows fly straight and true in the hard winds, and stick firmly into the main masts of the sister ships. Attached to each arrow is a message:

"These are dangerous waters, and the rocks sharp. You must cover your ears! Trust me!"

The Pax leans heavily in the wind blowing off the cape. Water foams about her hull, as she slices forward, the spray soaking the hair of her crew. Hannibal, at the tiller, pushes hard as the Pax tacks against the wind. Her oars are drawn in as she plows heavily forward.

For those who can hear, faint voices can be heard carrying across the wind.

SolarWind surveys the situation and blesses this wretched fleet of travellers.

All will be blessed and a safe voyage across these waters will be achieved. She

calms the angry spirits in Jeanway and the Ambassador and they shall work

together, no more fighting. We are all in this together.

As the Pax plows hard through the choppy waters, the spray soaks her crew and large waves break over her side. Hannibal leans hard against the tiller, glancing occasionally at the Enterprize and the Elusive as they crest wave after wave. The centurion, a rope tied securely about his waist, stands on the Pax’s starboard side, joined by ten large men leaning outward against their lifelines to keep the Pax aright.

Nik stands calmly tied to the mast, listening to the beautiful voices carrying over the choppy seas. Save for the deafness of his crew and the sounds of the rushing waters, the voices can be heard clearly. A calm smile decorates his face as he tilts his head to better listen to the hypnotic singing coming from shore.

As the Pax makes her way about the cape, the wreckages of less fortunate vessels can be seen littering the harsh rocks near the shore. Hannibal bares his teeth against the waves washing over the Pax as he smiles brazenly into the heart of Neptune’s fury. With his right hand, he signs an order to the crew, who pull themselves up slightly on their lifelines. The centurion looks back at the Enterprize and the Elusive and nods his head approvingly.

After a day and a night in the fierce seas, the Pax arights herself as the waters now grow mysteriously calm, and her sails go limp temporarily. All is quiet. Her men stand on deck, hair clinging to their faces and clothes soaked with brine. Hannibal and the centurion cut Nik loose and remove his blindfold. For only the third time in 800 years, the captain of the Pax sleeps - a serene smile on his face. Hannibal and the centurion lie Nik down on the deck and continue their work.

As the sister ships approach the Pax, Hannibal steps astern and removes his earplugs, signaling the rest of the crew to do so as well. Floating still in the level sea, Hannibal shouts to the vessels.

“Brave sisters! The Cape is behind us! The treasure lies ahead! After you have found your rest, let us move forward and claim the reward for your labors!”

The Pax lies still in the water as the centurion and Hannibal watch the two vessels off the Pax’s stern.

Noone notices the cook Johnny Nemesis n the corner grinning like an idiot.He was the one who switched up the notes unnoticed to the captains

JEANWAY YOU PRISSY LITTLE (cannot say here)
THATS NOT THE NOTE I SENT.

The Enterprize rams the Elusive again.
GET OUT OF MY WAY! YOU KNOW THAT MY SHIP IS THE BEST THAT THE BRITISH NAVY HAS TO OFFER!!!!!!

( Ahem My ship is newer! So stand back and watch me out run and out gun you. Garbage hauler!)

Just then the weather started to change.,It was darker windier and more wet..

WE ARE APPROUCHING THE HORN!!! BRACE YOURSELVES (she ordered the crew)
BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES...There were Sirens around the horn so everyone put earplug on just to not turn deaf. It was windy and nasty.but The Enterprize was a hearty ship and bested the storm.

Just then Captain Niks ship The pax moves to the side

Everyone on the Enterprize removes thier earplugs as the Pax comes along side

Greetings Captain Nik! What a wonderful time the Cape was ::her crew groans at that ::

You lead ::as she grits her teeth: and we will follow

All of a sudden headborg called to WAREBORG...

"They're out to get us!!!"

"Who??" responds.

"The French fleet has landed!!!"
"I will help you!" replies WEAREBORG as foreign soldiers come over the hill.

WEAREBORG summons 2 muskets, one for him one, for Headborg. He summons a barrier of ligthing between the soldiers and themselves...

Stalling for time, WEABORG and HEADBORG go to the Bonadventure. Slowly but surely, WEAREBORG uses his powers to assist in the repairs. They are half done when shots ring out.

All is calm now. The ocean, her crew, exhausted from the past two days of battle with the currents and the enormous waves, they all lie strewn about the deck. Even Worf was relieved this leg of the journey has passed us, and he's a Klingon. The sun shone brightly above. Jeanway turned her face to the sun and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and lifts them to each side. "AAHHH" she says soflty. Fenriz sits beside her on a bulkhead. All three ships now sit quietly side by side. A much needed rest for all.

Its Calm now too calm... The crew on Enterprize is restless and hot..The wind has died down. In an effort to preserve rations some of the crew has took to fishing with much luck..Unfortunatly the cook Johnny Nemesis hates gutting things. On the other hand Second Leftenant James Phaserman and Marine captain Ed Mcgon are having a arm wrestling contest to the delight of the crew. The Ambassador thinks this ais a boring feet and is reading the the printed adventures of Jack Aubry much to her delight...Of course First officer Drago le moon is fast asleep at the wheel again.

The Elusive sat quietly in the water, little activity. Fenriz and Jeanway hold hands at the rail, talking quietly. "Look at them" she says , pointing to the Enterprize. " We'd best get going before they hurt each other" They both chuckled. Meeting with Riker and confirming the Nor,Nor East course. They lifted sails and proceded in that direction. The Pax, already underway, The Ambassador woke up from her drunken stupor and decided she'd better shape up and quick or we'd leave her behind. The Trades winds at their backs, the warm salt spray in their faces the Three Captains went boldly where they had never gone before. to a place they had never heard of. C. Saint Marie, Madagascar. The Southern most tip of the island.

Sails billowing, sun bright, sky clear, winds warm, keels slicing through the water. It took a few days for the ships to finally reach the island. According to the map, they were about a half mile from their destination. Jeanway held up the telescope to her eye, as did The Ambassador. Along side each other now they talked over the rails. " What's Captain nik doing?" Jeanway asked the Ambassador. " How should I know? Aren't I standing right here with you? How should I know?" Jeanway looked at her and said " Look, I don't know WHAT your problem is but I don't appreciate your curtness with me. You can talk to your crew that way, but NOT me, now STOP IT!" The Ambassador looked at her as if in shock, and replied " No one has ever said that to me before, maybe your right. I'll try not to be so difficult in the future, especially with you, my new Sister" They both made a motion at the same time to hug but then pulled back. "AW, come 'ere" Jeanway said. They hugged and tried to make a NEW, new beginning as sisters.

~ WOODEN SHIPS ~ by Crosby , Stills and Nash


Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy
You know the way it's the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be

Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cries
Stare as all human feelings die
We are leaving, you don't need us.

Go take a sister then by the hand
Lead her away from this foreign land
Far away, where we might laugh again
We are leaving, you don't need us.

And it's a free wind blowin out of the South over my shoulder
Guess I'll set a course and go.

With the Enterprize and the Elusive anchored in the shallows off the point, the Pax surges forward to the beach. As she approaches the sand, her oars are drawn in, and she runs her flat-bottomed bow onto the beach. Her sails immediately go slack as she comes to a stop. From the deck, Nik leaps onto the shore, followed by the centurion, Hannibal, and two archers in bronze breastplates. Six archers guard the Pax at her bow, and six stand unmoving at the stern. Hannibal's scimitar is drawn as he rapidly scans the brush. The centurion - his axe strapped to his back - begins cutting palm leaves with his broadsword for a makeshift shelter. Nik and the two archers stand at the water's edge and gaze at the two vessels off shore.

Several of the crew jump from the Pax and run into the jungle. As they enter the thick trees, one of the archers beside Nik spins and fires an arrow into the brush in a single motion. Minutes later, the Pax crew bring out wood, fruits, nuts, herbs, and a gazelle shot by the archer. The food is brought aboard the Pax and the wood is placed some distance from it. The centurion uses a flint and a dagger to ignite a fire, while a small shelter is set up. Within a half-hour, the aroma of freshly cooked food floats from the Pax across the water to the sister ships.

The centurion and Hannibal stand otuside the shelter looking into the dark jungle, and chat casually. Nik and the archers stand motionless beside the water, stare at the vessels offshore, and wait. Two archers aboard the Pax each fire arrows into the air. Their gold shafts scream as they fly each towards a vessel. The arrows stick into the bows of the ships with a message tied to their shafts.

"The shore is safe. We humbly await your arrival. -nik" The messages say.

Bullets buzz by their heads. Grabbing their muskets, HEADBORG and WEAREBORG start firing at the soldiers.

With his powers WEAREBORG transports them to another island just as a bullet zings past his hair....

Headborg, " We still have head hunters to worry about ahhhhhh..."

He collapses.

i swear to G-d Jeanway..STOP TAKING POETIC LICENSE WITH MY CHARACTER


Its starting to get irritataing

~ Back On the ELUSIVE ~



Jeanway retrieves the flaming arrow from the mast. It says: " The beach is safe, come now". She hurridly orders the crew to lower a boat. Seeing The Ambassador at the rail of her ship with a few of her crew, waiting. They all depart to the beach. The boat is met at the shore by the Centurian, Hannibal and nik. They all pull it up onto the sand as the crewmen begin to jump out. " Alright, what do we do now? Jeanway asks. Hannibal says to her and the Ambassador " The Map, we must know what it tells you" He replies. The Ambassador and Jeanway hold the two sides of the one map together and look up at the jungle, to a mountain off in the distance. Jeanway points her finger on the map then looks up," Yes, There" All heads turn and look. " The mountain, that's where the gold star is, on that mountain" Everyone begins to walk up the beach to the jungle. The crew, Worf, Fenriz, Dragon and a few of the crewmen, hack through the thick masses of tangled vines and greens to make a path for the others to follow. They make their way slowly towards the mountain. Fending off a few small animals and snakes as they go. A monkey drops onto The Ambassador's shoulder and she screams and does a kind of dance with it until it finally tires of the struggle and jumps off and scurries up a tree. All his monkey friends heard laughing and screaching the whole time. After many hours of this TREK, they finally reach what appears to be the base of the mountain. But, surprisingly, there is a path, that leads directly up one side. They all step onto it and start up the West side of the mountain. Exhausted from their journey, not used to all this walking, they all decide it's a good time to rest about half way up, they all have something to eat and drink and sit on large rocks and rest for a time. " Well, should we continue?" Fenriz suggested. " Yes, I think we'd better, it's getting dark" They lit the torches they had with them as the daylight as waning. And by the time they reached the summt, it was dark. " Hold the torch up, over here", Worf said, as he was the first to get there. " AHHHH," Jeanway said loudly. " Look at this" Worf held up one torch and Fenriz another. A huge stone statue, worn by the weather, features blurred. " Looks quite old " The Ambassador said. " Yes, it does" Jeanway replied. " Oh , look" The Ambassador said as she grabbed the torch from Fenriz's hand and ran behind him. In the moonlight she caught site of another huge stone monolith. " Who do you think they are? She asked. Jeanway answered " I have no idea"

As the torchlight comes near the monoliths, the stone suddenly appears to crumble away, revealing living creatures encased within. A third statue covered in moss is heard crumbling as well. Large stone pieces fall to the ground from the statues, and the archers step aside as pieces of rock roll by. Nik stands calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the statues come to life. Hannibal and the centurion sheath their weapons as the ground quakes around them. For several minutes, the stone appears to crack and crumble in the dim light.

From within the crumbled stone spring three old women with hair of snakes and large bat-like wings. They wear black tattered robes, and their gnarled hands extend shaking at the members of the expedition. They stand stooped in their old age. Save for the enormous hideous wings and the coiling snakes for hair, they would be but pathetic old hags. Their eyes rest for a moment on each person, but seem confused when they behold the members of the Pax.

Seeing the companions of the Elusive and the Enterprize reach for their swords, Hannibal holds his hand out to them. In a deep, booming voice he says, “Leave your swords as they are! These women are here to punish the unjust! Sent by the gods of old to torment those of ill will. They are called the Erinyes! Do not test them! Those who would seek violence here will meet violence. Only the pure of heart may survive, and only truth is revealed here.”

Nik steps forward and looks into the eyes of the old women. They squint at him, revealing teeth long since rotted, and their hideous wings quiver slightly at his sight. The snakes in their hair seem to rear up in the dim light as they examine Nik. They speak in unison in a raspy, yet loud voice which grates upon the ears of the hearers.

“Who is this that dares take what is not his?” They ask – their heads coming inches away from Nik’s face as he stares forward stonelike. From behind Nik, Hannibal speaks.

“Magaera… Tishiphone…. Alecto…..” he begins, “You know why we are here.” Hannibal stares with intensity at the old women. They look past Nik to Hannibal, standing behind and to his side. A look of recognition crosses their pale faces as they turn back to Nik. As they huddle closer to Nik, their black wings gather him in a gruesome embrace.

“So…” They cackle in a bon-chilling voice. “The curse lives on." They coo tauntingly at Nik. "YOU have no power over the curse. Begone! You cannot enter.” The central one points a gnarled, long-nailed finger at Nik’s chest.

“And you have no power over us!” Hannibal shouts. “You were sent to the living, not to the dead.” The women recoil and shriek at Hannibal as he continues in a low voice. “You know this to be true. For millennia, you have tortured the lives of those who would do evil, and now you seek to avenge those driven by greed. You seek to protect that which cannot be stolen…. But what of those who have no life?”

“You have not the map!” the women shriek quickly. “I have no use for the dead, but among the living, only the bearers of the map may enter here!” The women hiss wildly at the crews of the Elusive and the Enterprize.

Hannibal steps forward and whispers to the women.

“We have found the map…. And the bearers!”

Readying her sword Tina Jumps to the side of Captain Nik...Restless for battle but cautious..What magic is this that they posess?

SolarWind, high above watches in the night sky and listens

Jeanway catches the Ambassador by the arm, takes the sword from her hand and says to her in a whisper " Stop, we know nothing of this. Let Captain nik handle them." The Ambassador relinquishes the sword without any resistance. The two women step back into the shadows and watch, silently. They watch as Captain nik continues with the three Sentrys. Fenriz, Worf and Dragon stand ready for the unexpected standing just behind Captain nik.

In awe of the spectacle in front of him Fenriz finds himself thinking back to the day's journey up the mountain. Hacking their way through the dense underbrush the party made it's way slowly up the slope of the mountain. Eager for their share of the treasure at the end of their trek several of the sailors were chattering noisily as they climbed but eventually silence overcame them as the day's heat and the jungle made itself felt. The Klingon kept a constant pace at the head of the column, chopping down a wide swathe through the jungle with each swing of his saber, Fenriz followed close behind him clearing away more off the dense underbrush as the Dragon, Jeanway, and Tina followed a few paces behind the two of them, the rest of the party trailing behind them. Above them lemurs jumped from tree to tree and howled their disapproval at the intruders occasionally hurling down whatever they could get their paws on. The sailors at the back of the party were soon cursing at the mischievous primates when fed up a scrawny sailor with greasy black hair pulled his pistol and fired it into the trees, scattering the lemurs in all directions who continue to howl. Rushing over to the sailor Jeanway grabs the pistol and tears it from the man's hand, clubbing him on the head she scowls at him "Do that again and I'll have Worf pull your arms out of their sockets." Casting her gaze on the small band of sailors who are all looking at the Klingon,no less frightening despite several twigs sticking out of his hair from the lemurs' bombardment. Tossing the pistol back at the sheepish looking sailor Jeanway turns and the party renews it's ascent of the slope. During the commotion Fenriz took the opportunity to gather a handful of small pebbles which he slipped into his pocket, overhead the lemurs returned and continued their racket while Worf hacked his way though the foliage. When Worf's back was to him Fenriz would hurl a stone at the Klingon, bouncing it off the back of his head. Stopping to scan the trees overhead he would scowl and then return to clearing the path ahead of him, his saber slashing at an increasing pace as his temper boiled with each thump to the back of his head. As night falls and torches are lit the party made it's way to the summit of the mountain.

At Hannibal’s words, the old hags’ eyes widen and they step back shrieking. Their wings fan the air as they howl. Watching the Ambassador step forward, they creep towards her and hiss loudly as she reaches for her sword. Their heads tilt slowly back and forth as they watch the interaction between the Admiral and the Ambassador. When the Ambassador sheaths her sword, they move slowly back to Nik and all three gather close to peer at his face, their crooked noses almost touching his young, smooth face. A large drop of drool seeps from the mouth of one as they examine him. The snakes in their hair intertwine themselves with Nik’s locks as they continue to examine him – mumbling to themselves and hissing slightly. Nik stares straight ahead, Hannibal squares his jaw as he watches, and the centurion occasionally glances at the other sailors in the party. The archers lean passively, but attentively on their bows. The Erinyes continue to examine Nik, and speak.

“So….” They hiss slowly and speak deliberately and quietly. “The ones who would destroy the curse have returned.” They breath heavily into Nik’s face as they continue to pour over him. “Where are the bearers of the map?”

Nik gestures slowly towards the Admiral and the Ambassador, and Hannibal speaks.

“The sisters of m’lord’s house have come to reclaim the treasure of Achates and undo the curse forever.” Hannibal takes half-a-step forward as he speaks.

The old hags draw back in astonishment, their eyes wide with wounded looks on their faces. They begin screetching in ear-splitting tones as they consider the sisters. Howling they surround the sisters and grow quiet.

“Indeed…. The family has come to redeem itself.” The old women sneer at the sisters through small black eyes, never touching them, but penetrating with their gaze. Hannibal watches the other sailors carefully as the hags continue their examination.

The old hags spin suddenly and approach Nik and Hannibal, now standing at his side.

“So be it!” They hiss. “We have nothing to do with you…. But remember this! Among the living, only the bearers of the map may enter. When Luna’s eye shines upon the door, you will know the way! We will be watching!”

The women throw back their heads and cackle loudly. Spreading their wings, they leap into the air. Their hideous laughing fades as they fly straight up and circle far overhead, watching the band as it stands near a cliff face at the sides of the mountain.

In the clear evening, the full moon rises above the waters. Nik and Hannibal watch the moon slowly break the tops of the trees. As the moon clears the trees, eerie shadows move aside, and the group of explorers is cast in a dim light. Nik slowly turns his head back to the cliff face. Emerald gems can be seen embedded in the face of the cliff, now glowing in the moonlight. Two very large gems begin glowing, casting a dim green light on the band of sailors. As the glow intensifies, the shapes of these gems become clear. They are formed as human hands.

Nik and Hannibal look at the gems for a moment, and Nik turns his head to the Ambassador and the Admiral. He nods quickly and tilts his head to the gems in the wall.
Hannibal speaks.

“The full moon shines brightly tonight. Luna’s gaze has been cast. Those gems are meant for only two people.”