As we walked into the pub Lisa veered off into the Ladies room (why do women always do that?) and as I walked into the lounge I got the usual good nat...red abuse from the regulars and a smiling welcome from Jay the very buxom barmaid (me & Jay had a bit of a fling a few years previously after too much to drink at a Christmas party and she’s told me on numerous occasions since that she’d like to repeat the experience – subsequently she’s got married though and my one golden rule is NEVER fuck. Myrtle turned back to us. "What should we do?"I was stunned. I had not expected this, although I wasn't really sure what I did expect. It was Judy who thought more quickly. "Well, we do not have a cane here, although we have brought some things with us. Are you happy to have ten each with the strap, rather than ten with the cane?"I wasn't sure the men were too keen on this, although their macho-ness demanded that they did not appear to chicken out. No-one shook their head so we took this as. "I could believe just about anything at this point. I went into my room and put on my shoulder rig just to be sure I knew where it was. I checked to be sure there was a round in the chamber.I began checking weapons that I had been shown the day before. The MP5 at the door in the umbrella stand had a full magazine, less two rounds, from the way it looked. That was good so the spring wouldn't lock up. There was already a round in the chamber. I double-checked the safety and put it back. I checked. I had all seven of my transports load their men as fast as they could, and go there to wait. We’d be there in about fifteen days.I also sent two of my ‘escort’ ships, ships that we normally manned as warships but weren’t big enough to carry a launcher, with them to keep them under control. Really, there wasn’t much difference between the transports and the escorts aside from their rig. The escorts were brigs and the crews all had leather armor for fighting at sea. The transports were cogs with.