games
: Pirates CSG
: Pirates of the Cursed Seas: Rise of the Fiends
Ralph David:
The bayou’s stink rode through New Orleans like a Hessian mercenary, rough and dangerous. A woman tumbled out of an alley stuffing coins into her skirt, and somewhere a fish seller called out his goods. David kept his head down; his clothes marked him as a target, and he wanted to avoid as much unwanted attention as possible.
His contact was easy to find, a tall Creole man standing at the appointed corner. He recognized David first and whisked him away. “You’ve brought it, den?” the Creole asked.
“Let’s see the ship first,” David said. The Creole led him to a dock behind a warehouse that reeked of preserved fish. She rode high on the water, her cargo hold empty. David counted 20 cannons on her port side alone.
“Satisfied?” the Creole asked. David froze as he felt steel press into his back and a pistol cocking. In a flash, he turned and in one fluid motion knocked the gun from the Creole’s hand and sent his boot down on the larger man’s suddenly empty fingers, breaking them.
“It’s a start,” David said, as he placed a sack of coins in the Creole’s broken hand.
