God bless all hear, a loud Irish voice calls out from the open door of the trading post. Sargent Harper and the chosen men enter. The great volley gun is slung over his massive shoulder like a toy. Only Harper is strong enough to stand the recoil of such a weapon. We are looking for Dave (the ancient mariner) and a Lady Emma; has anyone news? ......Caitrin you are right we were with Sharpe. And dont worry about that sailor and his friend, Guy can track an ant over rocks, and shoot it at two hundred yards. Dave isnt so bad either we taught him how to shoot; and he shoots four rounds a minute. Mean as a bear with a cutlass too. By the way which way did he go? west ye say, well lads drink up and off we go by the time we catch up he'll be trying to convince lady Emma to let those bears go.....I'll bet you a shilling she wont though, and he always takes them to her wildlife park. Off we go looks like the weather is changing for the better. Mikal me boy dont worry about the Redcoats their bloody lost as usual and trying to find their way back to Canada we'll help them laddie and we never saw you at all get my drift, God Bless Ireland what a crew....