Jeff the Accountant Escapes the Wretched Burning Depths of Hades

Scar On The Revenge

"I miss Olu too." Jim was standing at Lucius's shoulder, looking at the sketch of Black Pete he was working on. "Impressive. Especially considering it's done from memory."

"His sweet face is definitely etched into my memory." Lucius peered at his rendering. "He'd love that, wouldn't he? Hearing me talk about his 'sweet face'? He sees himself as such a tough guy. God I miss that man."

Lucius sadly shook his head. He put his sketchbook away and patted the bench next to him as he scooted over. "C'mon." He motioned for Jim to sit. "Whad'ya think about Scar then?"

Scar was the new (reluctant) ship's cook.

"Scar? Scar's okay, Scar's good." Jim said. A better cook than Frenchie by far. Could run a kitchen with one arm tied behind..."

"Oh that arm! Can you believe it? Getting in between a maniac with a broken bottle and his disobedient donkey!" Lucius was repeating the gist of the story Scar had told the crew when they all first met aboard The Revenge. 

It always went like this for Scar: "Why do they call you Scar?", then the slow turn to reveal the back of the right arm. And then the gasps and "What happened?" followed by recounting the incident that led to the nickname.

Recruiting Scar was the only success the four crew members and Izzy had while at The Republic of Pirates.

Ivan hadn't been completely honest during his talk with Scar. The promise of working for Blackbeard himself was, of course, true. The part about being the ship's cook was left out. Ivan just had to grab the chance to get a real cook for The Revenge when he tasted Scar's cooking.

He and Fang were at a dive to question the clientele and seek possible new crew members when they found themselves in front row seats to a brawl between a drunken customer and a rough and tumble cook with a damn good knack for self defense. And a chillingly frightening glare.

Scar did not abide disparaging comments from customers about the food they were served. Any customer's issues with it always came from those seeking to let off steam, thinking a mere cook wouldn't put up much of a fight. They thought wrong.

Lucius and Frenchie were on the other side of town, having no luck at all.

Back aboard the ship, all the crew members, including the newest one, reported to Edward that they learned nothing helpful about the possible whereabouts of their former crew members.

Interestingly, they all had overheard stories from sailors, merchants, and pirates about encounters with the crew of Hell's Ferry, and it's new captain, Cinna.

"Someone's got that old junk heap up and running?" Blackbeard mused. "And you say this Cinna and crew are known to stop short of excessive killing and all-out plunder. Sounds like the ways of the Gentleman Pirate are spreading." Blackbeard smiled, remembering Stede's ways.

Izzy smiled too. Imagining an encounter with this "Cinna". No matter how cool that name was, Izzy would show the world that the old ways are the best ways. All out, full on, sword wielding, body blow, skull cracking pirating. None of this "Gentleman Pirate"crap.

"Frenchie, I have a job for you" Blackbeard said. "The rest of you discuss our next move to find the others. Looking at Jim, he said "but we're running out of time, I'm afraid." He looked at Frenchie. "C'mon, man", and led him to his room.