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Capt. Deep checked the wind, and found they were blowing westward, but slightly northern. She hoped they wouldn’t change because the wind was perfect as it as. “We’ll have to get there in a deadline of about one day, or else the winds might change.” Capt. Deep said. “If the winds don’t change then I won’t have to stay at the wheel.” Capt. Deep said.
Capt. Deep left the wheel to the winds, and sailed on. She and her crew were happy to move the red sail into storage. The sail was still intact, and the blood stains blended right in. The injured crew members stayed in their bunks with bandages and the doctor on board. The doctor wasn’t a professional, however. They simply carried bandages and certain medicines to cure certain diseases. Capt. Deep knew that her crew would need more medical attention than just spices and herbs.
Capt. Deep opened her cabinet, which had only enough money in it to cover the bottom. “We’ll need more gold, silver, and copper pieces as well as pounds if we want to get repairs and medical help.” Capt. Deep said to both crews.
“So, what do we do?” One of the crewmembers called back in reply.
“What do you think we’re going to do?” Capt. Deep smiled, evilly. “We’re pirates aren’t we? We do what we do best: WE PILLAGE!”