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Me crew and meself are about to attack the Newlife, when we notice the white flag flying form their single remaining mast. We grapple alongside and behold the wretched mass that is her crew and passengers.
Me crew turns and says, "Pirates we may be, but if we spare these wretches, they may remember our deeds in the future and aid us when we need it." I figures that may be wise counsel, and offer to trade them meat, fruit and water. In return they offer up almost all thier remaining powder and shot. It is a fair and equitable trade.
We part ways with them vowing to aid us, should the opportunity ever arise, and a few extra barrels of gunpowder in our hold.
Score is now 52.
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