The Golden Nori - Rackham Blues

Bonnet and Rackham made their way back to the Nori, dragging the still perplexed waiter with them. In their wake lay a path of destruction. Not that they cared, or anyone else for that matter, Haradhere was a first grade shithole. What was broken could be broken further, but the locals didn't mind it very much. Except maybe for the ones that had left their vehicles in the Bar's parking lot and returned to find them smashed or flattened by a huge mining drone that conveniently for them had left a trail of shattered junk to follow the perpetrator by.

Rackham was rolling a cigarette as Bonnet, gently, navigated the drone through someone's front yard. He could tell it was a yard by the mailbox and the scrap fence that still clung to the drone's windscreen. They weren't going particularly fast, but progress was steady when from behind a murder of vaguely bird like small ground shuttles, not many people had the guts to fly around in little tin boxes in an atmosphere that held equal parts of rain clouds and high speed metal scrap in it, began to show up in their rear mirror.

'Oh, look Dude! We've got friends!'

Bonnet smiled, the waiter shivered in fear, and Rackham opened a channel to their pursuers, waited for a moment, then turned to Bonnet and asked him:

'Man, what's our Pirate crew even called?'

'Uh, Dude, no idea, I don't think we have a name yet'

'Better call Caps, we don't wanna leave a bad first impression.'

'Right man, calling the Cap'n'

The opened another channel. In the meantime, they had muted the other one, their silence was driving the murderous murder flock of angry Blob people chasing them into a frenzy. Insults and threats to life and well-being were uttered in total silence as Bonnet turned on some music and Rackham greeted the Captain.

'Hi Cap'n we've got a bit of a problem here'

'Oh do tell Mr. Rackham' Blomar answered from behind his personal desk aboard the Nori.

'Well you see Captain, we was wondering, what is our official name as a pirate crew?'

'We haven't got one yet, but it's a valid concern, thank you for bringing it to my attention'

'Yes Captain, but what do I tell our local friends? It's shameful that they have no way to properly address us'

'Oh Mr. Rackham a Pirate crew doesn't choose its name. A name is bestowed by the public. It wouldn't matter what we called ourselves because what we will be remembered by is mostly our actions! Our deeds of valour, our conquests. You see, when the time is right a name will emerge.'

'ahh ok Cap'n. Thanks, so what should we do with these guys chasing us?'

'Who is chasing you? And why? What have you done?'

'HELLLP MEE' The waiter screamed.

'Nothing much Cap'n, but we did get a guy that said he knows a guy that knows where to find our quarry!

Blomar smiled in the camera.

'And, I take it you have made some unwanted friends along the way. Is that correct?'

'Pretty much Cap'n'

'Fine, do you require assistance or can you clean up your own mess?'

'Oh we will be ok Cap'n its just we still don't have a name, and it just feels wrong to hurt a man and not be able to take credit for it'

'Bloody hell Rackham, just use your own damn name'

'Ok Cap'n! Thanks! We'll be back in an hour or so'

'Good. Clean up, I don't want the locals to interfere with the renovations. Whatever you do, keep it low profile and don't implicate the Nori in your actions. It would just complicate things'

'Yes Cap'n!' Rackham had a profound love for his Captain. The man just knew where his priorities lay.

Rackham puffed out a smoke ring.

'Letz dance Man'

'Right dude'

Bonnet turned the drone around and upped the volume.

'NOoo what are you maniacs doing!! Noo stop it at once! Oh, God!.'

A very serious series of crunching and crashing noises and Rackham and Bonnet singing along to; 'You are wonderful tonight', made its way into the waiters ears and engrained itself deeply into his long term memory,