Surprised by the lack of obvious targeting, Blackhawk is allowed to drop a rope, upon which slide down a regal looking figure. Green and white robes, a sword with a cross-shaped hilt and jade pommel, a crown on the top of his head, and dark skin with hazel eyes. The man speaks in a Rwandan accent, demanding "CAPTAIN MASTERS! I am the King of Rwanda, and the second hand of the Holmsian Empire. I know you seek No Quarter in all conflict, so face me in a one on one duel on the mainland. If you win, and kill me, we in the government will hold off, the only opposition being the pacifistic Wiki-Warrior agent you face. But if I win, and you die? Your men must stand down and face trial. You are allowed advantages, of course, but this is one on one. No outside help. Do we have a deal, Captain? Or are you going to drag this out?"
Captain Edgars spits at the ponce's feet, holding up his bloody hand.
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You fire on my ships and kill my men, then challenge an injured man to a fight to the death? Such a brave man you are, sire," drawing chuckles from his crew.
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No, we do this my way. You issued the challenge, the seaman's code of honour dictates the challenged party chooses the place and the means of combat.
I refuse to leave my ship and my crew. Consequently, we do it here. You will be safe aboard this vessel, I am in command and no member of my crew will dare go against a direct order."
Edgar addresses his crew, pointing to the king.
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THIS MAN IS ON THE SHIP UNDER MY AUTHORITY, ANY MEMBER OF MY CREW INTERFERING WITH HIM WILL BE SHOT AND THROWN OVERBOARD."
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We will not, however, be fighting. My injury puts me at a great disadvantage, so we will be engaging in some... Highjinks." this draws some gasps, murmuring, and generally excited babble from his crew.
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SILENCE!" which promptly quietens them.
Edgar starts pointing to various members of his crew.
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YOU! Bring up the barrel.
YOU! A table, three chairs and two mugs.
YOU! a medical kit and tweezers, you will be tending my injury."
He turns to speak to Henry, quietly.
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Find the best medics you can and send them over to the Cappella so they can tend to the injured and get those men out of the water, immediately. When this has been organised, return here; you are my second."
Captain Masters returns his attention to the king, the crew tasked with obtaining the items returning and placing them between the two men.
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You will of course be allowed a second, either from among your own men," he gestures to the Blackhawk. "
or from my crew. They understand the rules better than any, and will serve you well.
Speaking of which, the rules! I understand if you've never played before, it is an old seaman's game, so I shall enlighten you, He pries the lid off the barrel, revealing a strong smelling, clear liquid within. "
Rum. None of this watered down grog the British Navy give their crew as rations, this is proper, undiluted perfection. The barrel was recently received, and is unaged, hence the clear liquid. Not for the faint of heart, I assure you.
We each have a mug filled by our opponent's second, who will place the mug in front of us. We clink our mugs together, hard enough that liquid from both mugs splashes into the other, then we each drink. Once emptied, we replace the mug on the table open side down. We can't have someone avoid drinking their fill, can we? This continues until you fall out of your chair or your head hits the table.
Given the conditions you applied upon your dashing entrance, the loser of this game will be shot and thrown overboard."
Edgar pulls out the single seat for the king on his side of the table, gesturing for him to sit.
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Do we have an accord?"
Cheat with powers. Alcohol has an analgesic effect, use Revisionist on every mug I receive to turn the contained liquid into water. Any grimaces from pain can be passed off as the crewman tending my injured hand.
Cheat with no powers too! If I'm unable to change the liquid in any particular round, clink the mug harder to slosh more liquid out of my mug, drink messily so I'm consuming less. I am getting drunk after all...