The passage was nerve wracking. We put on more sail everytime we saw more than a mast on horizon. We were in no mood for more fighting and had but just enough hands to sail our new beast. So we let the prevailing winds set us to westward and we arrived on Turtle Island at Free Port, just last evening.
Our intentions are to discuss, with M. D'Orgeron, settling ourselves there for a time. The ship is in need of careening. It is also fairly shot up from our own guns. So some months of repairs are in order. I have good credit with M. D'Orgeron so money will be no problem.
The crew on the other hand will be ready for a brawl when we put to sea again. This is a dangerous thing since anger does not always allow clear thinking. But no matter. The Nemisis will aquit herself well in combat should the instance arise.
The English will be smarting and most assuredly come after us harder than ever. I know I would. The other problem is that we will be pressed into the service of M. D'Orgeron is in defending the island from the poor Spaniards who still wish to retake the island. We will of course aquiess to this request, if it happens, since we are in debt to the man. But I do not wish to have to gain yet more hands in replacements for the ones lost in some battle with Spain.
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