Cal's 3rd Entry--In for a tussle.

The submarine's slow rise to the surface gave me time to daydream. Although I had yet to find any of the legendary relics, I had come across a small chest amid the wreckage of an ancient galleon. Its weight promised gold, and I was already thinking of the improvements I could make to the sails of my ship. Or, thinking back to the close call with the reef, maybe some more hull plating for the sub.
As soon as I broke the surface of the water, boots thumped overhead and I heard the sounds of my crew securing the tackle to hoist the sub onto the ship. They were in a hurry. Something was wrong.
The hatch on the sub was flung open as I squirmed backward out of the fizzy lifting drink. A deckhand reached down to give me a hand. "So?" I asked.
Jerking a thumb over his shoulder he said, "Ten-gunner, trying to get the windward drop on us captain."
Leaving him to finish hooking up the sub, I climbed to the ship's deck. My first mate was bellowing orders and already the sails were filling with air. "Good thinking, getting us going as soon as you saw me coming up, Scrap."
"Saw you? Heck we was planning on bein halfway to Port Freestone 'fore you got back," then he grinned. "Good fishing today?"
I turned my attention to the ten gun ship coming up on our starboard side. "Good enough to be worth their while. Lets try not to let it come to that, eh?"
"Aye." He turned to the crew again. "Get that sub up! Ya got two hands for a reason sailor!" He marched off down the deck berating one deckhand after another. We were gaining some speed now.
As I watched, the ten gunner unfurled another sail. I sighed. So much for running. "Scrap!"
"What?!" he growled. I had interrupted a ferocious tongue lashing.
"Lets try out those new cannons we got."
His grin was chilling.
"Aye"