It's Talk like a Pirate Day! Here is one of my favorite scenes between Destan and his pirate crew in Siren Song.
“I want to know how ye sorry hide is alive,” Boosa said as he leaned forward with his elbows on the table. “Not that I’m not happy.”
“Boosa, ye never happy,” James said as he shook his head.
“See me smile,” Boosa said as he showed his four teeth. “Tis happy for me.”
“That’s enough to scare the devil himself straight,” Greaves said as the men laughed.
“How did ye survive?” Teague asked as he leaned over the table. “I thought ye a goner for sure.”
“I don’t know,” Destan said as he finished his drink. “The ship capsized after you all got off. I remember hitting the water, but then nothing. I came to on the beach.”
“We saw the ship tip, but didn’t see ye,” Stede said. “We searched the shore for a while for ye.”
“How’d the ship not drag ye down?” Kidd asked. “We ‘bout lost it.”
“The tide pushed us ashore,” Teague said as he leaned back in his chair. “Lady Luck was on our side.”
“I guess mine too,” Destan said as he set his glass down.
He wanted another drink, but he didn’t want the wench laying on him. He was too tired to want to warm her bed.
“I say a mermaid save ye sorry hide,” Boosa said as he slammed his hand on the table.
“Ye said mermaids were a myth,” Bellamy said as he glared at Boosa.
“I’ve changed me mind,” Boosa said as he waved his hand in the air. “I say a mermaid saved ye.”
“A mermaid?” Destan asked as he shook his head. “Mermaids lead men to their deaths. They don’t save them.”
“Most of the time, yes,” Teague said as he nodded. “Boosa could be on to something.”
“Yeah, Cap, ye shouldn’t have survived,” Fen said. “The pull of the ship was too much.”
“But we’re happy ye did,” Morgan said as he slammed his empty glass on the table. “There’s one problem.”
“What?” Destan asked as the wench rushed over to their table.
She refilled all the empty glasses. When she got to his, she made sure to lean a little further down to show her ample assets. She was trying too hard. He couldn’t be the only man in the tavern she wanted. Unless she targeted Captains. Some of the wenches in other ports went after Captains more than the other men. Some ports, he didn’t acknowledge he was the Captain.
“We need a ship,” Bartholomew said before gulping his drink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
“Yeah, we’s not land lovers. We’s need the open seas,” Greaves said as he rubbed his beard.
Destan took a drink as he listened to his men. They were right. He needed a ship.
“Where will we get this ship?” Destan asked. “I don’t think I can raise the Revenge from the bottom of the ocean.”
“Wouldn’t matter if ye could,” Teague said between drinks. “She sank. She be cursed now.”
“Naw, she can’t be cursed from sinking,” Boosa said as he finishing his drink. He wiped his mouth with the back of his dirty sleeve.
“Do ye want to sail on a ship that sank?” Caesar asked. “I agree, it’s cursed.”
“It ran aground on sand, not a good way to go,” Bellamy said as he nodded. “Can’t image the talk if others knew we sailed on a cursed ship.”
“What?” Stede asked as he leaned his elbows on the table.
“Think of the talk about sailing a ship that sank due to sand,” Bellamy said as he shook his head. “We’s be the laughing stock of the sailing world.”
Destan groaned. “It doesn’t matter, we can’t raise her. Unless another storm wants to bring her back up for us.”
“Nor should ye,” Kidd said as he leaned forward to rest his hands on the table. “Let Davy Jones have another ship for his chest.”
“Ships don’t go to the chest. That be only for men’s souls,” Teague said as he shook his head. “I swear, boy, ye’ll be dead from not knowing.”
“I ain’t jumping off a ship for a woman’s voice,” Kidd said as he shoved away from the table. “I’m done. I’ll see ye gents in the morning. Where’s the wench? I’ll be warming her bed tonight.”
Destan watched as his youngest man went in search of some wench for his bed. Although, it would be her bed since his was under the water.
“That boy’ll die before he gets his own ship,” Teague said as he finished his drink.
