That's it, woman. I've had enough!
And what are you going to do, ratling? Cry?
Curse you. I'm going back, and you can rot in these jungles, eating mosquitoes and fucking with monkeys for all I care.
"Going back"? Did you eat the wrong shrooms or something? Back to where? We've discussed it countless times already - there is NO going back!
SINK ME! it's been MONTHS!
So? Do you really think that Tomaso del Monferrada will not recognize you if he sees you among the soldiers? If not him, then one of Marignon's inquisitors. Or even the regular soldiers you've been harassing all that time.
Let's come up with a story. We survived the battle. Or maybe we were taken prisoners and escaped.
Prisoners my ass. The entire army of Arcoscephale was slaughtered, their city besieged. They have no prisoners, and there can be no story. You and I are deserters, and the last surviving crew members of the Adrian.
Speaking of which...
Forget about it. The ship must have been reconstructed and renamed by now, serving under the royal fleet. There is no Adrian - it died together with our cap'n Cervantes.
Curses. CURSES! And curse that day when we faced the army of Arcoscephale.
I'm still having flashbacks. And nightmares.
Me too. I mean, it was all going well, just like the cap'n told us. Our men were better equipped and more skilled than these landlubbers. What's more important, the morale of our troops was unbreakable. The crew adored the cap'n, and the soldiers believed in our just cause.
You really want to discuss it AGAIN?
You got anything better to do? Build a new ship, maybe?
Oh, show it up your aft. Yes, the battle was STARTING well. It was painfully obvious that phalangites had absolutely nothing against the Hands of Justice, supported by crossbowmen, assorted infantry of Marignon and local milita.
Yet they didn't escape.
Well, not IMMIDIATELY they didn't.
Sometimes I ask myself if there was anything we could change. That day Marignon won the battle, and the backbone of its army - the Hands of Justice - mostly survived unharmed. But look at us. The last remains of the glorious Adrian. Eveybody else is dead. Gorgeous Harvey Bones, Rough-Sailin' Conroy...
Fashionably Late Vinny, Jelly Wrist Jack...
Captain Cervantes de Leon.
Damn it, cap'n. Although, he had it coming.
True words. Our cap'n always had a deathwish.
What's the last thing you remember about that battle?
Elephants trampling the crew. The screams. My own voice calling for captain's reason.
Reason. Hah! I remember the moment I ran - it was when I saw several elephants going straight for Cervantes. He did not take a single step back. Instead he fired the pistol, shouting threats and curses.
Heh, his pistol. Remember how everybody thought of it as of divine power bestowed on Cervantes by the God?
Well, not EVERYBODY. The crew wasn't stupid. He kept the legend going for the sake of royal soldier's morale. Anyway, that was the moment I fled.
Just a few minutes before the enemy was routed. What a shame.
At least we are alive. That's more than can be said about the rest of the crew.
Alive and stuck in this forsaken jungle! That's it. I'm going back to Marignon.
Go forth, bos'n. The gallows are waiting.
I'll join the Goethic Order. Marignon forgives all crimes for one year of service there.
Do you have some sort of magic talents?
Hm. No?
Then you won't survive this year. They will force you to lead the demons summoned from Infernal planes. You will carry a rod that makes your very flesh rot and wither.
You are speaking gibberish. And I'm going to Marignon. You with me or not?
Of course not, you halfwit. In fact, I plan to travel as far away from Marignon as possible. But not Mictlan - the savages will be conquered by Tomaso soon enough. And not Bogarus, it's too cold there for my tastes.
Atlantis?
Do I look like a fucking manfrog lover to you? I guess I can visit some taverns of Ulm. When you think of the long coastline under their control, well, I'm sure there are SOME pirates roaming around. They could use my experience.
Still want to sail, eh?
You know me, bosun. I was born on the ship, and I will die on the ship.