I captained the ship for three hours and fended off an attack form a British man-a-war yet no one saw. The main crew was off at shore leave and I was in charge. The crew was just the young back up gang that knew me as a good ol pirate. My day of glory was almost ill spent, risk life in hopes of fame and no on cared but the crew who lived. Well the stories they will tell might help with wenches and a few bar maids, but it will not secure my own ship or get me promoted to first mate. Oh well a good fight and good stories are worth the risk,.. for in the end all that counts is being a pirate and good wenches.