The Morgue was a handsome enough vessel, deep in colour she was a moderate sized merchant ship (at least in appearance), however she was absenting a figure head, although it appeared she may have had one at some point in time. Inside she’d been converted to accommodate primarily cannons, crew and loot - she was capable of defence, but her strengths lay in her agility, her narrow hull and shallow draft allowed her to access waters out of reach of many larger (and more powerful) pursuers. Joseph however had no emotional attachment, The Morgue wasn’t his ship, in fact, he’d promised to bring her back in one piece (mostly), no, his ship had been (and always would be) the Gallant, a larger naval vessel which historically had been commandeered, she had come into his possession after the mutiny.
Joseph stood at the helm as they moved off, quickly leaving the port behind, the majority of the townsfolk had barricaded their homes at the sounds of the pirates’ disturbance simply waiting out the raid, Joseph and his men had plundered a few select locations, many of the crew took delight in brawling with the night watchmen and any civilians brave enough to challenge the pirates which provided a suitable distraction, along with starting a few fires. The pirates had hustled back to the ship quick enough before the town knew what hit them (or where the pirates had come from). Mr. Bishop’s residence had been Joseph’s primary target; for him at least Miss Bishop would prove useful for negotiations, for the crew they’d carried off enough booty and booze from the Bishop estate to make the assault worthwhile.
Another person stood alongside Joseph, short and petite in stature, they wore a baggy collarless cotton shirt, loose cropped breeches, tall leather thick cuffed boots, an embroidered navy waistcoat and a tricorned hat not unlike Joseph, they appeared to be holding pieces of paper, pointing and talking to him whilst he navigated. Elissa wouldn’t have been able to make out their their features, but they appeared to be the ship’s sailingmaster given their interaction with Joseph. The chilling spray of the sea gushed over the deck, it was still dark but dawn would be approaching in a couple of hours, Joseph had pulled on a long and heavy dark overcoat which he’d left nearby - complete with many round buttons and thick cuffs - across his shoulders to cover his loose collarless cotton shirt and embossed dark leather jerkin, he too like the sailingmaster wore cropped baggy breeches, and tall heavy cuffed boots, he had a cutlass stowed buckled around his waist to one side, a flintlock pistol to the other - a washed-out red decorative scarf provided padding from the belted articles around his waist. Joseph had wavy dark brown neck length hair, tied back and tucked beneath his leather tricorn hat, a gold oval hooped earring glinted from his left ear.
The noise of the ship’s movement, workings and crew aboard had drowned out Elissa’s cries, Pete restrained her firmly as she struggled attempting to throw punches and kicks, he knew what to expect and his large size was enough in itself to suppress her, he eyed Rat as he approached them and presented his request, “oh get off it Rat!” Pete boomed, shoving past him, “and you need to calm down Miss I don’t want to get physical” he warned as he escorted her through the flurry of ship mates to below deck and to her cabin. He did wonder how the lady happened to know Joseph by name, but figured Rat might have mentioned it during her abduction. Pete was a large, booming but seemingly (at least in pirate company) kindly man, he wore a simple loose outfit, overcoat and boots, he too had a pistol stowed and buckled around his waist, he wore a Monmouth cap and a full, dark brown connecting beard and moustache. The ship’s boatswain, Joseph had selected him especially for this task due to his character namely, Rat was good at ‘retrieving’ their guests, Pete was good at well, hosting them, if one could call it that.
