{"name":"Babs\u0027 Tabs","ispublic":true,"maxpoints":60,"data":[{"id":408,"crew":[],"equipment":[]},{"id":585,"crew":[{"id":1686},{"id":1423},{"id":1617}],"equipment":[]},{"id":764,"crew":[{"id":1638}],"equipment":[]}],"description":"Captain Jack Hawkins and \u0022Calico\u0022 Catherine Gunn paid little mind to the tavern wench who brought them each their thirteenth mug of ale, so focused were they on their competition - for the last pirate standing would not only sail upon the tide in the newly-captured \u0022Duke,\u0022 but would also win the right to continue their courtship of Lady Arcadia del Sol. Le Requin already slumbered, hunched over the bar alongside a collection of empty mugs, and the two remaining contenders were flagging fast. But even in their inebriated state, they could tell that something about this last mug tasted strange...\n\nTabatha McWarren had only been in Nassau for a week, but she had never had difficulty making connections: she had built a powerful coven of witches in the Colonies, and after she had escaped from Providence she had easily ingratiated herself with the priests of New Orleans. But to avenge her sisters, murdered by a tribunal of hateful men who feared their magic, she would need to ally herself with powers that even Papa Doc dared not invoke.\n\nMcWarren made an offering of blood upon a forsaken altar overlooking the vast ocean, pledging her soul to the dark in exchange for her revenge. The bargain was accepted, and a tentacled monstrosity emerged from the boiling sea bearing two ships that it had dredged up from the depths. She still needed a crew, of course, but McWarren had a plan for that as well...\n\nWhen Hawkins and Calico Cat awoke the next morning, they could remember little of the previous night - and could not say which of them had won their contest - but they felt oddly compelled to help the serving girl who had brought them, stumbling, to the docks where a pair of ancient-looking ships sat moored. But now the ships were miles from shore, and the woman at the helm had exchanged her barmaid\u0027s costume for practical sailing clothes. Most striking of all was the giant squid that swam alongside them, its great eye watching their movements as if to appraise whether they would be more useful as allies, or as food.\n\nMcWarren, for her part, had secured not only ships, but also the aid - willing or not - of two of the most feared pirates on the sea to further her quest for vengeance. But Crimson Angel was in hot pursuit, aiming to rescue her wife and her sometimes-lover, sometimes-rival from their captor. And the kraken had a mind of its own, and McWarren could not say whether it was in her thrall - or she was in its."}