"Senor Hew, Your brother he is here" Sancho announced. "Thank you Sancho let your wife know he will be here fore dinner."
"So Jock what news?"
" Uncle Jamie is dead, consumption or some other thing"
"Damn I am sorry Jock. I knew he took you in when dad was killed"
"That makes you clan chief Hew. Not that It matters here in the Caribbean."
" All hail Laird Hew, High admiral of the fishing fleet of Skye.." Jock bellowed as he took a drink of a rum.
Hew knew it was a joke a bad one at that. Hew started thinking I am the chief of about 500 all whalers, fisherman and wrecking crews. Half-way around the world. Well I cant move back to help them. A lousy outlaw chief he would be running willy nilly across the highlands. Shouting freedom with every other breath.
"Wait a minute Jock. These frenchies like titles and crap like that. Say we use this to our advantage. "
"Your mad Hew. This Sun has finally gotten too you." Jock drinks a bit more.
Mad as a flippin hatter. Move the whole clan down here?"
"It worked for us Jock, haven’t we been successful? We need to crew the new frigate from Larkin and Larkin. And the ones we don’t employ outright will spread our name from crew to crew. Word of mouth thats advertising you cant beat. "
"Your nutters Hew"
" No you are Jock, Because your gonna take some of that Sassenach gold. Your gonna give some to our kin and tell them to move down here."
"Tomorrow after your sober."