Nouh_Bdee
Smutweaver
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The sailors moved with a practiced rigidity that was unusual in pirates, as was the quality and frequency of their cannons’ volleys. It had been quite some time since Captain Felgin Brynleon had felt outgunned, and he was beginning to become concerned. “Steady!” he called out, as another blast made him stumble against the helm.
Felgin righted himself and looked out at Gehrlias, his first mate. He had to shout to be heard over the booming explosions of the heavy guns. “Why aren’t we shooting back!?”
Gehrlias turned toward him, panic on the younger elf’s face. He never got a word out, though. They were interrupted by an explosion that Felgin felt before he heard. One moment, he was standing on the deck of the Liro’s Justice, and the next he was in the air, his ears ringing and head pounding.
Pain.
Wet.
Cold.
Salt.
Felgin was lucky, and he knew it. He’d been thrown in such a way that he was conscious and largely uninjured. Pain in his leg told him he hadn’t completely escaped injury, but he could at least move with his other three limbs. He swam toward a large piece of the stern of his obliterated ship, swimming under it before surfacing inside the small section of the hull. There was air here, and he could see through gaps that had been torn in the slats by small arms fire.
What he saw made his blood run cold. These pirates had rowboats out in the water, but instead of taking prisoners, they were firing on helpless sailors under his command! Just, pointing their flintlocks at the men scrambling to stay afloat, and turning them into lifeless chum. Despicable.
There was nothing he could do. His heart sank, thinking of his men, and it got worse once he heard the pirates start talking.
“Where’s the captain?”
“Find his body?”
“He must be sharkbait by now! Finish the rest of let’s go!”
They were looking for him? Was that why they’d attacked? His ship had no wealth on board, save a few silver pieces to buy supplies. They men were all paid when they docked back in Elyros. None of this made any sense!
Felgin hid in his little pocket of air for hours after the pirates had left, before swimming back out to try to find some way to survive for longer than nightfall. He couldn’t manage to climb on top of his ship’s stern hideaway; not with the large piece of wood sticking out of his leg. Still, he found a flat section of the hull, just large enough to get him out of the water, and he climbed on.
Felgin knew he needed more of a plan to get to safety, but the pain in his leg, and his exhaustion from the battle caught up to him. He lay prone, floating on his found raft in the turquoise waters, and sleep claimed him.
Felgin righted himself and looked out at Gehrlias, his first mate. He had to shout to be heard over the booming explosions of the heavy guns. “Why aren’t we shooting back!?”
Gehrlias turned toward him, panic on the younger elf’s face. He never got a word out, though. They were interrupted by an explosion that Felgin felt before he heard. One moment, he was standing on the deck of the Liro’s Justice, and the next he was in the air, his ears ringing and head pounding.
Pain.
Wet.
Cold.
Salt.
Felgin was lucky, and he knew it. He’d been thrown in such a way that he was conscious and largely uninjured. Pain in his leg told him he hadn’t completely escaped injury, but he could at least move with his other three limbs. He swam toward a large piece of the stern of his obliterated ship, swimming under it before surfacing inside the small section of the hull. There was air here, and he could see through gaps that had been torn in the slats by small arms fire.
What he saw made his blood run cold. These pirates had rowboats out in the water, but instead of taking prisoners, they were firing on helpless sailors under his command! Just, pointing their flintlocks at the men scrambling to stay afloat, and turning them into lifeless chum. Despicable.
There was nothing he could do. His heart sank, thinking of his men, and it got worse once he heard the pirates start talking.
“Where’s the captain?”
“Find his body?”
“He must be sharkbait by now! Finish the rest of let’s go!”
They were looking for him? Was that why they’d attacked? His ship had no wealth on board, save a few silver pieces to buy supplies. They men were all paid when they docked back in Elyros. None of this made any sense!
Felgin hid in his little pocket of air for hours after the pirates had left, before swimming back out to try to find some way to survive for longer than nightfall. He couldn’t manage to climb on top of his ship’s stern hideaway; not with the large piece of wood sticking out of his leg. Still, he found a flat section of the hull, just large enough to get him out of the water, and he climbed on.
Felgin knew he needed more of a plan to get to safety, but the pain in his leg, and his exhaustion from the battle caught up to him. He lay prone, floating on his found raft in the turquoise waters, and sleep claimed him.