September 15th 2009 6:24 am
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As the storm subsided and just at sunset, the sun shining under the black clouds across the choppy sea, we saw a sight to freeze a sea-dogs heart.

Black Sails on the horizon. It could only mean one thing - Pirates. True, they often left the fishing fleet alone - we had little to pillage and Pirates ever have their minds on plunder. But...if they had suffered damage in the storm, a fishing vessel might have sails, crew and fodder to spare and be worth the chance of attacking.

And little chance would they be taking against even the doughtiest of fishermans crews. And well we knew it.

Against our hopes, the sails grew larger before night fell and hid them from our view. Night was on our side in this - during the dark hours we might steal away and thus save ourselves from the raiding party. All hands set to silently repairing the rigging and getting sail up - we would run in the dark to try to put some distance between ourselves and the ebony sailed vessel.

My sharper nighttime vision proved useful in setting a course away from the pirate ship and I stayed by the captains side through the night. But our hopes were dashed at first light when we again saw the dark sails in our wake.

How had they followed us through the dark? Soon enough we found out...

Savannah!
(Tomorrow, Black Pete - Pirate Dog!)