The Hound was not far from us, Captaine Jack took over from Captaine Richards after he lost the Moroccan ship. Candy and the rest of the crew were not happy in how he was managing the ship. With three ships the best in El Captaine’s fleet, it was unheard of losing such a prize. It did not take them long to vote him out and off the ship, he was set adrift somewhere off the coast of South Carolina. Captaine Jack and his first Mate Charles was sure that the Moroccan ship was not east of them but due North headed for Charleston to take on supplies and to get a American escort . “I know where the black guards are headed.” said Candy. They are going to Virginia to get a treaty with them rich landowners for more slaves to be delivered by them with the protection of the American fleet.”
I found the will and the courage to talk to the men who were loading the ship “My fellow seamen and slaves we have one chance to free ourselves, we out number the English four to one they might have guns but they can fire once and we be on them. Now is the time to show some boldness and courage mon ami before it’s too late. Let us have at them are you with me?“ For the men, they all followed me to the attack, the English were so busy watching what we were carrying aboard the ship that they did not see the fury coming at them. In less time than it takes them to load and fire it was over. Not many of the Noir slaves or my garcons were hit, nevertheless the English laid dead at our feet. We thought the Captain and his officers over the side of the main deck and were ready to leave port before the alarm went out and the Charleston police showed up. The American Militia were busy rounding up slaves and keeping the three thousand freeman in check. I knew that if I went due north and the time I spent on the quarter deck was paying off. All garcons and the freed slaves voted me quartermaster till we found a man who would be our Captain. I knew that after the Moroccans sold us to the English that they were making good time up the coast of South Carolina with a favorable wind we could catch their fleet. Then it hit me, what if we did, we have no guns nor cannons to overwhelm them what were we going to do? My only hope was that we somehow reach the Hound or the Hound sees us. Then we could help the Hound hunt the Moroccan fleet before they reach Virginia no doubt in my mind to get an escort from the Virginia commonwealth back to Africa. We were in need of a top flight Captain and the only one that I knew was way south of us . We searched the latest English newspapers that this ships Captain had to see who is wanted in the general Area . Only one that was to be trusted was the Jamaican Whaler wanted as a runaway slave. It is said that Jamaican Jack was the Mulatto son of the famous Calico Jack who was hung fifty four years ago this could not be his son maybe a grandson or some poor Jamaican whores bastard son . Maybe she told the boy that his father was Calico Jack nevertheless there were many so call Mulattoes running around whom grandfathers were the famous pirates of yesterday. Just maybe we can get in touch with this Kid Creole somehow but as for now the wind was in our favor and we were headed North at a surprising speed. The crew took to sailing easy and if the garcons were hard on them it was so as they would learn faster . The freed slaves had only one purpose in mind and that was to catch the Moot’s and bucher them like they butchered them . Many were torn from their wife and children and branded with the brands of the new owner who were the Charleston Shipyard commonwealth company that owned every slave that worked on the docks of Charleston . As the ship made headway I knew that my time on the quarter deck of El Captaine was really paying off. We were windward at a rate of speed that will over take any ship. Most of the cargo holes were empty and the crew was no more than seventy men, to many men for this small cargo ship nevertheless the weight was in cargo not in men. And with this many men we had the manpower to train and maneuver the ship. I charted that after a few days we were passed the northernmost South Carolina Island called Myrtle Beach. “Sails, sails”, yelled the look outs. I see sails, three of them!” yelled the look out. “What colors do they fly?” I yelled back at the look out. “They flying the Black Mon ami” The look yelled back.“ Host the flag of surrender I yelled!” Turning the ship as the three ships approached us.“Who are you and what is your cargo” Someone yelled !“We are a cargo ship out of Charleston I yelled”“Prepare to be boarded” was the next words we heard. then their watch yelled “they are a bunch of Noir”.As they throw their hooks and lines pulling our ship closer to the ship that was close to us. The Captain ask what are you doing out here, where did you get this ship and where is the cargo? I replied “I‘m Monsieur Sent of the Cargo ship Les Freedom former Quatermastermate to El Captaine Miguel Martinez, captured many months ago. By Moroccan fleet as we made our turn south sold to the English in Charleston. These men are all that is left of our crew and the Noir’s are slaves we freed in Charleston. We were sure that you are part of the Hound’s escorts. That is why we are following you!”I was taken to see the Captain of the fleet Monsieur Jack I told him my story and he told me that he would send his own Quarter Master to Captain our ship. He told me welcome to the fleet and welcome to the hunt of the Viceroy of Morocco. I was glad to have a experienced man at the helm of our ship nevertheless; I got us were we needed to be and that was a plus in my cap with the crew.Enter Boatswain’s mate Monsieur LaMotte Jean LaMotte We were amazed that they sent us a plain old salt whose main job was to make men work ! Just maybe that is what they wanted us to do. Oui that was just what they had in mind if the Moroccans did work us day and night, LaMotte was going to best them not only were we trained but everyone of us started in the Boatswain’s locker learning to tie knocks. Then we had to learn how to rig a ship, paint, and side clean! The Moroccans were more worried how the inside of the ship was free of holes and worms then they were of us learning how to be sailors . Oui most of us have lost what we had learned and this was a refresher course for all of us. As we move towards our pray on a westward course we notice that the ex-slaves were getting excited, they said that they were Mandinka, from Mali in Africa. They said that they too are Muslims, but the Moroccans brought them from a jealous King who wanted to get rid of them because they belong to a lesser prince who would inherit the Kingdom with the help of these fighters. I asked the fighters first who taught them French they said that a French woman on the travels from Mali to the coast taught them, for they would be headed to Haiti. With the rebellion in Haiti, they were sold to the Americans who need strong dockworkers. A man must be able to carry his weight for ten hours without rest. Captaine Jean was very interested in them for some unknown reason ? As time wastes for no man, we sighted the Moroccans, we did not know what ship this was, but we were sure it was one of their decoy ships. Captaine Jean told us to put up the Union Jack so as the Moroccans would give us a clear birth to pass though their trap. At the same time, Captaine Jack and Candy were setting up their own trap by staying below the horizon. This was looking like a epic battle, only time would tell .
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