The sea welcomed the two ships with a gentle wind that allowed the two to commit to their courses at a leisurely pace. Olive ordered most of his crew below deck as they regrettably held little in the way of resemblance to a Spanish crew that would be charged with protecting whatever was below the deck of their prey. The ships were now withing signalling range and Oliver waved a hand to tell his cabin boy to begin messaging the ship. The plan from here was all appearance. 

The cabin boy began to message the ship informing them that they required some minor repairs so as to keep the pace of the approaching vessel. Oliver watched as he saw a telescope aimed at his ships flag and then along the deck. A few moments later a flag signal was sent back. The ship had agreed to assist and began altering its course. Close to a twelve minute way was met with the two ships beginning to come along side each other. Oliver could feel his whole crew starting to tense up. Thankfully he had a remedy for this. 

He put on his best captain voice and began shouting in Spanish giving command after command. "Reúna a su equipo de los pantalones . Nuestro ángel como vienen a darnos ayuda . Mantenga lugar y esperar a mi señal se prenda . Tal vez podamos abrazar a esta hermosa dama antes de que ella navega lejos!" The orders were giving with a playful call and to Oliver and his crews relief it was met with calls and laughs from the other ship. 

"Usted no necesita preocuparse capitán . Mi barco puede ser rápido a la huelga, pero sabe un amigo." Said a strong Spanish voice. Oliver looked along the deck of the other ship until he saw a hat that resembled a high ranking officer in the Scandinavian Navy. The Spanish was broken; however, still understandable by all of Olivers crew who were forced to learn the language under the guide of the slave whip. 

"Como se puede ver mi barco ha llegado a través de los piratas. Ella fue atacado ayer por la noche mientras esperábamos . Estamos felices de verte aquí a salvo . ¿Puedo subir a bordo y compartir una copa como darle las gracias?" Oliver held up two glasses and a bottle of wine. The fellow Captain seemed to smile more than a normal man at the offer. He quickly waved for his fellow Captain to come aboard. 

A drawing plank already being brought down by both boats Oliver nimbly leap from his boats wheel and walked along the side of the ship until reaching the plank board. He moved quickly over the high drop into the English Channel and landed safely on the other side. One look around the deck and he could see what prime condition the ship was in. "Un barco hermoso que nunca he visto el capitán." 

The other captain welcomed this compliment with a smile as he guided Oliver to the Captains chambers where they planned to sip wine and enjoy conversation and company while the two sides crew worked on Oliver's ship. One by one; however, the crew of the unsuspected ship will be grabbed and captured. Hopefully leading to no bloodshed. That is unless there are slaves aboard. In which case none but those shackled would live.