Ambrosia_64
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With a flirtatious wink, Leah would follow her escorts back the Crosswind, announcing Stanton's hospitality, for now. He proved to be a popular figure, all of a sudden-and the drunken revelry that took place in the Black Snort would fuel stories and jokes for days to come.
...
(Thought about having her kiss him for kicks, but I think she was trying to spare him an incident, there being witnesses and all. So-epic ship battle now~?)
Five weeks later:
It was a bright, warm day in paradise. Waves lapped softly at the shores, crashing against the distant reef, gulls called over head, people shopped and bartered at the market stalls-another sunny day in Port Ambrosia.
Cept...the sounds of distant thunder. But how? There wasn't a cloud in the sky-there it was again! Cannon fire. The loud booms carried on the wind, and as the watchman lifted his spyglass, scanned the watery horizon-the source was easily found. Two ships were squaring off in the distance, one, the closer and larger of the two, flying the infamous jolly roger. The other raising, even as he watched-a black flag with a red, hoop earring'd skull. Leah's Crosswind!
What on earth was going on out there?
..........
"These dogs don't know who they're fucking with-" Leah growled, storming across the deck of her pitching vessal, 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. Leah helped a man up bodily, slapping her hand on his back to get him moving as Brian shoved the cannon against the ship's side.
He rejoined her just as she ordered her own flag raised. "We're lucky to have caught up to them at all." He commented, climbing the stairs to the wheel of the ship as the aging Norman handed her his spyglass. "If it hadn't been for the tip, we wouldn't have." Leah commented.
"Let's just hope Stanton doesn't get his panties in a twist to see us out here." Brian grumbled as he squinted towards the distant isle.
Leah lowered the glass, turning to frown at him. Her first mate elaborated. "Well, pirates are pirates to 'em, ain't they? For all he knows, we've come back to attack."
Great. She hadn't thought of that.
"One thing at a time. REIN IN THE SAILS! BRING UP THE PITCH!" She blared to the chaotic scene of men across her deck, lifting her spyglass to find Captain Fredrick spying right back. He made an obscene gesture, and Leah cursed. "ALL WE'VE GOT, YOU SCALYWAGS, 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, before her sales were were drawn up, replaced with storm jibs. Her ship was smaller, faster-but not nearly as armed as the frigate she faced.
Blast it all-they'd overrun Ambrosia by nightfall.
"Captain-" Came Brian's warning, just as the ship turned, creaking in the waves. "Captain, to the west!"
Leah snapped her head up, and when she saw them-a second ship, larger even than the one Fredrick helmed sailing with full sails into battle-her mouth went dry. "That's Jack's ship." Leah said stupidly, her jaw slack, those red lips agape. "That's-"
"He's betrayed us!" Brian raged, and everything, suddenly, just got a whole lot grimmer.
"SIX OF YOU, SWITCH SIDES, SWITCH SIDES!" Leah screamed to the men manning the cannons, adrenaline forcing her into overdrive, handing the wheel off to her first mate. "We'll need more fire power. We'll need-" A whole nother ship! Widened eyes flew to the Nightengale, Frederick's ship. The hull was damaged and she was taking on some water, but otherwise...
"Brian. We're going to light up the Nightengale-" Leah said slowly, heatedly. It was crazy, but it'd have to work.
"Get us close enough to the board-"
"Captain?"
"Me and fifteen others-"
"Leah, that's suicide." Brian's voice softened, a look of concern. Leah rolled her eyes, patting the side of his scarred face in a condescending manner of comfort. "Don't puss out on me now, lad."
And with that-she leapt down to deck, rallying a quick twelve to her side as others fired upon the approaching Zeus, that rat Jack clearly having been in with Fredrick the whole time-or recently bought by him.
"We're taking the wheel by force." She said to her small group of brave, hardy men, her voice raised over the ruckus. "Fredrick wanted to be up Jack's ass so badly, least we can do to help him out." A murmur of laughter and agreement as she went over the plan, the Crosswind cutting into position.
Smash! The two ships were against each other, men spilling on, cut down-and Leah's little envoy leaping across just as Brian seperated them, shouting for a cease fire on the Nightengale while their captain was aboard it.
Leah drew slashed, stabbed, and skewered her way through the rabble, her and her rag tag group reaching the stairs, holding them-as she climbed them three at a time, her long legs carrying her the distance to Frederick and his silly little -sabre-.
"Why -hello-, lovely bitch! Come to accept my offer?"
"Fuck you, ya bastard-" She growled as he charged her, Leah sidestepping to slash the back of his leg.
What he had in size and strength Leah trumped with speed and youth, her skill with her sword easily overpowering him. When she stabbed through his heart and saw his shocked expression, she felt a twinge of satisfaction. Little time to gloat however-she quickly took the wheel, panicked sailors attempting to fight through the men posted at the stairs, a few climbing over the railing, knocked aside with her sword pommel-but with their captain so publically cut down, morale just wasn't there.
Turning the ship, setting the crash course for the lumbering, heavy Zeus, Leah damn near lost her head to a charging pirate before she tripped him, sending him over the edge.
Men jumped overboard, thinking to risk their chances in the open sea-as her own ship peeled out, sails unfurled-she caught Brian's wave-and would have sworn she heard him give the order to- "LIGHT HER UP!"
Flaming balls of pitch fired across the sky, crashing through the deck and into the gunpowder stores, exploding with a vengence. The few loyal cannon men still aboard fired out into nothing as the ship rocked-Leah giving the order to abandon ship to her surviving crew mates as she stared down the rapidly approaching Zeus.
"Eat this." She turned and climbed onto the railing as another explosion rocked the boat-the floorboards behind her blasting upwards in all directions, sending Leah into an awkward, less than graceful dive into the sea, her side on fire. The crash of the Nightengale into the Zeus was deafening-tearing open the mighty ship and crippling her, though the blood thirsty pirates aboard were still a threat. It might take some reinforcements of Henry's to finish the job before they could man their cutters and spill ashore.
Pirates swam, drowned, and were taken at swordpoint (the few that made the swim) and would no doubt be promptly arrested, all of them from the doomed Nightengale, and a small handful from Leah's own ship.
The Crosswind's firstmate anxiously, if left unmolested, sailed back and forth searching for his captain-but she was nowhere to be seen. The swim was long-and he feared her lost beneath the waves with the sunken Nightengale, sailing into port as sunset approached-refusing to leave without his captain.
.......
Leah surfaced in a fit of coughs after what had been the longest, most painful swim of her life, one arm thrown about the rock she had collided bodily with, the other still tightly gripping her sword. She was a mess, sopping wet and smelling of seawater, the leather cincher about her waist torn and damaged, her soaked shirt beginning to stain darkly on that side. The knife she kept in the thigh of her right boot was missing, the sheath sticking up oddly as she stumbled through the waist high water, flipping the mop of dark red hair back before collasping to her knees once on shore, never so happy to see land in her life. Fighting to catch her breath, she numbly assessed the situation. Well. All according to plan, right? She was on the east side of the island, out of sight from port-but visible from the road, men and women in their finery heading home, some stopping to stare, a lady's scream-
Leah came to her feet, shaking the water from her eyes as a soldier approached, his sword drawn. "Come on then." Leah goaded, wielding her own as her feet took up their positions, her free arm lifting slightly above her head in a classic fencing stance. "Come on, meet your death." She growled, edging around him, prepared to fight to the death, all pirate and no manners.
"I'll make your wife a widow-" She hissed when he hung back, uncertainly looking from her to the gathered, distant crowd. "You don't stand a cha-" The pain in her side stopped her with a slight, feminine sound of pain, Leah's free hand touching at the growing crimson stain, the tear in her side where a wooden plank had ripped through her. Not lethal. No-but bloodloss...no wonder she felt so drunk. And the sea water was stinging like a biiiitch.
"Oh. I take that back then-" She mumbled absently, politely-lowering her sword with the slightest of curves to her lips. "You stand every chance." And without further ado-passing out then and there in the sand.
With a flirtatious wink, Leah would follow her escorts back the Crosswind, announcing Stanton's hospitality, for now. He proved to be a popular figure, all of a sudden-and the drunken revelry that took place in the Black Snort would fuel stories and jokes for days to come.
...
(Thought about having her kiss him for kicks, but I think she was trying to spare him an incident, there being witnesses and all. So-epic ship battle now~?)
Five weeks later:
It was a bright, warm day in paradise. Waves lapped softly at the shores, crashing against the distant reef, gulls called over head, people shopped and bartered at the market stalls-another sunny day in Port Ambrosia.
Cept...the sounds of distant thunder. But how? There wasn't a cloud in the sky-there it was again! Cannon fire. The loud booms carried on the wind, and as the watchman lifted his spyglass, scanned the watery horizon-the source was easily found. Two ships were squaring off in the distance, one, the closer and larger of the two, flying the infamous jolly roger. The other raising, even as he watched-a black flag with a red, hoop earring'd skull. Leah's Crosswind!
What on earth was going on out there?
..........
"These dogs don't know who they're fucking with-" Leah growled, storming across the deck of her pitching vessal, 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. Leah helped a man up bodily, slapping her hand on his back to get him moving as Brian shoved the cannon against the ship's side.
He rejoined her just as she ordered her own flag raised. "We're lucky to have caught up to them at all." He commented, climbing the stairs to the wheel of the ship as the aging Norman handed her his spyglass. "If it hadn't been for the tip, we wouldn't have." Leah commented.
"Let's just hope Stanton doesn't get his panties in a twist to see us out here." Brian grumbled as he squinted towards the distant isle.
Leah lowered the glass, turning to frown at him. Her first mate elaborated. "Well, pirates are pirates to 'em, ain't they? For all he knows, we've come back to attack."
Great. She hadn't thought of that.
"One thing at a time. REIN IN THE SAILS! BRING UP THE PITCH!" She blared to the chaotic scene of men across her deck, lifting her spyglass to find Captain Fredrick spying right back. He made an obscene gesture, and Leah cursed. "ALL WE'VE GOT, YOU SCALYWAGS, 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, before her sales were were drawn up, replaced with storm jibs. Her ship was smaller, faster-but not nearly as armed as the frigate she faced.
Blast it all-they'd overrun Ambrosia by nightfall.
"Captain-" Came Brian's warning, just as the ship turned, creaking in the waves. "Captain, to the west!"
Leah snapped her head up, and when she saw them-a second ship, larger even than the one Fredrick helmed sailing with full sails into battle-her mouth went dry. "That's Jack's ship." Leah said stupidly, her jaw slack, those red lips agape. "That's-"
"He's betrayed us!" Brian raged, and everything, suddenly, just got a whole lot grimmer.
"SIX OF YOU, SWITCH SIDES, SWITCH SIDES!" Leah screamed to the men manning the cannons, adrenaline forcing her into overdrive, handing the wheel off to her first mate. "We'll need more fire power. We'll need-" A whole nother ship! Widened eyes flew to the Nightengale, Frederick's ship. The hull was damaged and she was taking on some water, but otherwise...
"Brian. We're going to light up the Nightengale-" Leah said slowly, heatedly. It was crazy, but it'd have to work.
"Get us close enough to the board-"
"Captain?"
"Me and fifteen others-"
"Leah, that's suicide." Brian's voice softened, a look of concern. Leah rolled her eyes, patting the side of his scarred face in a condescending manner of comfort. "Don't puss out on me now, lad."
And with that-she leapt down to deck, rallying a quick twelve to her side as others fired upon the approaching Zeus, that rat Jack clearly having been in with Fredrick the whole time-or recently bought by him.
"We're taking the wheel by force." She said to her small group of brave, hardy men, her voice raised over the ruckus. "Fredrick wanted to be up Jack's ass so badly, least we can do to help him out." A murmur of laughter and agreement as she went over the plan, the Crosswind cutting into position.
Smash! The two ships were against each other, men spilling on, cut down-and Leah's little envoy leaping across just as Brian seperated them, shouting for a cease fire on the Nightengale while their captain was aboard it.
Leah drew slashed, stabbed, and skewered her way through the rabble, her and her rag tag group reaching the stairs, holding them-as she climbed them three at a time, her long legs carrying her the distance to Frederick and his silly little -sabre-.
"Why -hello-, lovely bitch! Come to accept my offer?"
"Fuck you, ya bastard-" She growled as he charged her, Leah sidestepping to slash the back of his leg.
What he had in size and strength Leah trumped with speed and youth, her skill with her sword easily overpowering him. When she stabbed through his heart and saw his shocked expression, she felt a twinge of satisfaction. Little time to gloat however-she quickly took the wheel, panicked sailors attempting to fight through the men posted at the stairs, a few climbing over the railing, knocked aside with her sword pommel-but with their captain so publically cut down, morale just wasn't there.
Turning the ship, setting the crash course for the lumbering, heavy Zeus, Leah damn near lost her head to a charging pirate before she tripped him, sending him over the edge.
Men jumped overboard, thinking to risk their chances in the open sea-as her own ship peeled out, sails unfurled-she caught Brian's wave-and would have sworn she heard him give the order to- "LIGHT HER UP!"
Flaming balls of pitch fired across the sky, crashing through the deck and into the gunpowder stores, exploding with a vengence. The few loyal cannon men still aboard fired out into nothing as the ship rocked-Leah giving the order to abandon ship to her surviving crew mates as she stared down the rapidly approaching Zeus.
"Eat this." She turned and climbed onto the railing as another explosion rocked the boat-the floorboards behind her blasting upwards in all directions, sending Leah into an awkward, less than graceful dive into the sea, her side on fire. The crash of the Nightengale into the Zeus was deafening-tearing open the mighty ship and crippling her, though the blood thirsty pirates aboard were still a threat. It might take some reinforcements of Henry's to finish the job before they could man their cutters and spill ashore.
Pirates swam, drowned, and were taken at swordpoint (the few that made the swim) and would no doubt be promptly arrested, all of them from the doomed Nightengale, and a small handful from Leah's own ship.
The Crosswind's firstmate anxiously, if left unmolested, sailed back and forth searching for his captain-but she was nowhere to be seen. The swim was long-and he feared her lost beneath the waves with the sunken Nightengale, sailing into port as sunset approached-refusing to leave without his captain.
.......
Leah surfaced in a fit of coughs after what had been the longest, most painful swim of her life, one arm thrown about the rock she had collided bodily with, the other still tightly gripping her sword. She was a mess, sopping wet and smelling of seawater, the leather cincher about her waist torn and damaged, her soaked shirt beginning to stain darkly on that side. The knife she kept in the thigh of her right boot was missing, the sheath sticking up oddly as she stumbled through the waist high water, flipping the mop of dark red hair back before collasping to her knees once on shore, never so happy to see land in her life. Fighting to catch her breath, she numbly assessed the situation. Well. All according to plan, right? She was on the east side of the island, out of sight from port-but visible from the road, men and women in their finery heading home, some stopping to stare, a lady's scream-
Leah came to her feet, shaking the water from her eyes as a soldier approached, his sword drawn. "Come on then." Leah goaded, wielding her own as her feet took up their positions, her free arm lifting slightly above her head in a classic fencing stance. "Come on, meet your death." She growled, edging around him, prepared to fight to the death, all pirate and no manners.
"I'll make your wife a widow-" She hissed when he hung back, uncertainly looking from her to the gathered, distant crowd. "You don't stand a cha-" The pain in her side stopped her with a slight, feminine sound of pain, Leah's free hand touching at the growing crimson stain, the tear in her side where a wooden plank had ripped through her. Not lethal. No-but bloodloss...no wonder she felt so drunk. And the sea water was stinging like a biiiitch.
"Oh. I take that back then-" She mumbled absently, politely-lowering her sword with the slightest of curves to her lips. "You stand every chance." And without further ado-passing out then and there in the sand.