"Also, we have regenerating weapons and powder, but it doesn't integrate well for anything modren. Except the TV for some reason."

Suddenly, it all clicked. The Batavia, Ribbon's code it all makes sense now. This was a chance to get what I've wanted ever since that fateful day in Freo.

The day that I first saw her.

Right there in the Hartog to de Vlamingh Gallery. In the center of a display on Dutch weapons.

I stood enraptured for so long. 

I nearly just took her then and there, but I couldn't hide such beauty from the world.

Couldn't disrespect the wreck divers like that.

But now, now was my chance.

"Does that include swords?"

"Aye lassie, if someone loses theirs it doesn't come back, there is always some in the arrrrrmory if we don't push too harrrrrrrd."

"I am so harrrrd right now, I can't even be mad my translation effect is like that."

Wait fuck, inside thoughts, inside thoughts.

"Don't worry this is a pirate ship. We don't discriminate."

"Do you want to play the game where we fight to the resurrection and the winner drinks until they start losing."

"We can get you weapons. And no casting except by mutual agreement. Obviously."

New frwends?

"Rippaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar."

Linguistic bug-fixing later, swords now.

I will hopefully onscreen the pirate party and the negotiations about what Ellen will call the thing and the other thing. But to make sure I get to the actual plot before my new job starts, we are jumping to Ellen leaving the ship drunk in a longboat early the next morning

But for reference she had a great time. They like modern pirate media and half of she chalked up to translation artifacts actually them doing bits. And they think colonialism was a horror show, but would totally do it again because money. Please direct questions about our colonialism flag to our other we're the baddies flag. It has a skull on it and means death