McCauley and Bradford had been busy. They"d borrowed a wagon from the warehouse and went shopping. The wagon now carried casks of rum and enough food for twice as many men as crewed The Black Crow.
“McCauley, do you think we need all of that food and rum?” asked Bradford.
“Yep, there"ll be plenty to feed and then there"s the band.”
“Band? What band?”
“You don"t expect men to dance without music, do you?”
Bradford shook his head. “You should have been a Marine.”
“I am a Marine, am I not?”
“Yes, Sir, you"re every bit, every bit!”
It took two trips to the ship to get all the food and drink on board, even with the help of the ship"s watch. McCauley and Bradford ignored their questioning looks. On the last trip, McCauley turned to the senior man and said, “Guard these supplies with your
