Things have been fairly calm around New Gallifrey and Vanishing Point lately. The election of the new High Cardinal is done. I lost by a single vote which, while disappointing, was not wholly unexpected. There are, after all, far too many traditionalists within our society. While they are a danger, they are, for now, a small one.
To pass the time, I recently looked in places I used to frequent when I captained The Revenge. My longing for the freedom and happiness of those days has had me somewhat restless of late.
It was at my usual tavern stop in Nassau that I first found something was amiss. The brothers (as those of us who sailed under the black called each other) were... afraid.
Nassau was, at the time, a pirate's republic. We were the true power, governance and military force there. While different crowns traded periods during which their respective banners flew, they held rule over nothing but those banners.
Because the brothers were the true power in Nassau, the kind of superstitious mumblings that were filling the tavern were disquieting.
The stories were more unnerving than those of the somewhat mythological corsair, The Fox, who, despite the fearful tales of the brethren, was clearly no more than a clever pirate with a taste for theatrics.
No, these stories were tales of ships lured off course by the haunting song of the sirens. Some of them described hearing a high-pitched howl, others an unholy whirring by some of the smaller islands.
This piqued my curiosity, as sirens were creatures of myth. If they truly existed, it suggests a higher life form than the humans here; potentially extraterrestrial. If the "song" was technological, then it also suggests a potentially time active species.
This would require an investigation, Given the nature of this era's society, it would further require the investigation be clandestine. My best option would be to recover The Revenge.
Prior to our "disappearance", Anne and I hid The Revenge in a concealed inlet. I made my way there and was agog at what I found...
Nothing.
The Revenge was gone.
Mind you, I'm fairly sure I know who had taken her, but I have no time to chase him down at the moment.
Given the short time I had, I returned to Bifrost to track down an appropriate ship to use for this mission.
I managed to find a 44 frigate at anchor just off Tortuga. She was much larger than The Revenge, actually. Since she was at anchor and currently crewless I... liberated her, naming her The Vengeance (and thanking our ancestors for developing the technology necessary to transmat and store such a vessel inside a TTC), then headed to where I could find a crew to investigate these "sirens".
A crew of Time Lords.
