Ambrosia_64
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"We can’t outrun them. Not pinned in like we are." Elise murmured, her spyglass in hand as she stormed across the deck of her pitching vessel, ducking a round of chain shot the other pirates blasted them with. Men screamed as they were taken overboard, others scrambled to their feet, readying the return volley. Blevins helped a man up bodily, slapping his hand on his back to get him moving as another pirate shoved the cannon against the ship's side.
She stopped and raised the spyglass, sweeping over one of the opposing ships. She recognized the flags-she’d been beating the very same man to Spanish Galleons for months. He was her father’s rival-she wondered if he recognized the Windblade. She wondered if this was a planned assault-must be, for three ships to chase them for so many miles out in the middle of the ocean.
She caught the opposing captain spying back. With an irritated growl, she slammed her own closed and turned away, Blevins rejoining her just as they raised their own flag. “We’re too small to take them all in a direct fight.” He told her, pointing towards the ship to their West. “We’ve nearly demasted that one, but-”
“It won’t be enough.” Elise said grimly. She was looking at losing her ship. “All we can do is go down fighting, Blevins. Fighting, and praying for a miracle.”
She turned and cupped her hands to her mouth. “REIN IN THE SAILS! BRING UP THE PITCH!" She blared to the chaotic scene of men across her deck. “ALL WE’VE GOT FOR THE WESTERN SHIP, WHEN I COMMAND IT!”
She took the control of the helm herself, spinning the wheel to avoid the worst of the cannon fire being lobbed at them from one ship, before her sails were were drawn up, replaced with storm jibs. Her ship was smaller, faster-but not nearly as armed as the frigates she faced.
Blast it all.
"SIX OF YOU, SWITCH SIDES!" She’d put SOME holes in that bastard rival’s ship, god dammit. Cannons roared, but the Western ship-well, it had received the pitch, and was rapidly catching aflame.
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It hadn't been enough. The Windblade had fought hard and masterfully-one of the accompanying ships had sunk, spitting flames-but the sloop couldn't withstand the attack of all three ships. She was sinking, pirates jumping overboard, those that had survived the chain and grape shot, that was.
By the end of it, there were a few new holes in his own ship-but he had come out on top, and now, before him-was the subject of his ire, or at least-the son of his rival, and the accompanying first mate.
The grizzled pirate didn't look pleased to be there-but that was nothing compared to the daggers being glared by what appeared to be a young boy. Smaller, dwarfed in his captain's coat, the kid had lost his hat to reveal blond, sun kissed hair that disappeared down the back of the coat. Loose fitting clothes and a youthful face only added to this-a spattering of freckles across the bridge of the nose and tops of the cheeks, and pretty, Caribbean blue eyes that were a shade too large for his face, but added to the youthful, even fragile look of him.
Certainly put up a fierce naval battle, for one so young.
She stopped and raised the spyglass, sweeping over one of the opposing ships. She recognized the flags-she’d been beating the very same man to Spanish Galleons for months. He was her father’s rival-she wondered if he recognized the Windblade. She wondered if this was a planned assault-must be, for three ships to chase them for so many miles out in the middle of the ocean.
She caught the opposing captain spying back. With an irritated growl, she slammed her own closed and turned away, Blevins rejoining her just as they raised their own flag. “We’re too small to take them all in a direct fight.” He told her, pointing towards the ship to their West. “We’ve nearly demasted that one, but-”
“It won’t be enough.” Elise said grimly. She was looking at losing her ship. “All we can do is go down fighting, Blevins. Fighting, and praying for a miracle.”
She turned and cupped her hands to her mouth. “REIN IN THE SAILS! BRING UP THE PITCH!" She blared to the chaotic scene of men across her deck. “ALL WE’VE GOT FOR THE WESTERN SHIP, WHEN I COMMAND IT!”
She took the control of the helm herself, spinning the wheel to avoid the worst of the cannon fire being lobbed at them from one ship, before her sails were were drawn up, replaced with storm jibs. Her ship was smaller, faster-but not nearly as armed as the frigates she faced.
Blast it all.
"SIX OF YOU, SWITCH SIDES!" She’d put SOME holes in that bastard rival’s ship, god dammit. Cannons roared, but the Western ship-well, it had received the pitch, and was rapidly catching aflame.
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It hadn't been enough. The Windblade had fought hard and masterfully-one of the accompanying ships had sunk, spitting flames-but the sloop couldn't withstand the attack of all three ships. She was sinking, pirates jumping overboard, those that had survived the chain and grape shot, that was.
By the end of it, there were a few new holes in his own ship-but he had come out on top, and now, before him-was the subject of his ire, or at least-the son of his rival, and the accompanying first mate.
The grizzled pirate didn't look pleased to be there-but that was nothing compared to the daggers being glared by what appeared to be a young boy. Smaller, dwarfed in his captain's coat, the kid had lost his hat to reveal blond, sun kissed hair that disappeared down the back of the coat. Loose fitting clothes and a youthful face only added to this-a spattering of freckles across the bridge of the nose and tops of the cheeks, and pretty, Caribbean blue eyes that were a shade too large for his face, but added to the youthful, even fragile look of him.
Certainly put up a fierce naval battle, for one so young.
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