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Post by Time on Jul 15, 2023 17:16:11 GMT
The North Blue's waters were particularly calm this morning, as the Cargo Galleon the S.S. Crabtrapper continued it's route towards Sand Alone Bay, the location of a small drop off point for their most important and illegal cargo. The captain of this ship, a Yugga Burboda a merchant who was fat and covered in expensive looking cloths sat on his oversized chair as he rested within his captain's quarters. These last few years of his life had been extremely profitable. What with his men, and their unique ability to combat most of the Coleson Brother Pirates that they encounters, he had rarely needed to do much more than simply sit back and watch the pirates be sunk or cut down. The investment in these men had been costly at first, but with each pirate ship's "reclaimed" cargo being sold, the man had gained nearly three times as much profit. What's more, they were proficient enough that he could also invest in a more profitable trade. That of manual labor via "indentured servitude". Yes... that's what he called it. Not slavery, no that was illegal, and wrong to do. No, these people had signed their lives into servitude by not paying attention, or being too weak and he was just giving them a "hand" to make their lives better.
Yes. It helped him sleep more easily at night, and ignore the occasional whine of despair he heard when on the deck. It was why he didn't like to leave the captain's quarters these days, and he grew progressively fatter. Honestly, he considered himself pleasantly plump. Better than those twigs of some men that he saw who could barely afford a meal sometimes. He was simply surprised that the ladies hadn't begun swarming him. He figured it was because they were out of his league. He smiled at the thought. Of course he contemplated if perhaps.... No, he'd not do that. It was disgraceful after all. So he opted to stay content. Soon he'd retire and be able to settle down with his wealth; surrounded by women who would adore him. He blushed at the visage.
On the other hand, the men on the ship were noticing something in the distance that seemed to be making their way towards the S.S Crabtrapper's path. A lone ship, smaller than their galleon, but seemingly strange with red sails. Most of them figured that if it were a pirate ship that they'd be able to handle it. It's smaller size meant that they could likely overpower it with cannon fire if they got too close. Still, if it wasn't they needed to establish a signal of sorts. A yellow and green flag rose; indicating they were a merchant ship and that they were warning their new company to keep it's distance. The veteran mercenary, Henry Gallow smiled as he kept his eye on the ship that was in the distance. If they were pirates, they'd likely see this as a warning. Cocky pirates were often times easy pickings, and Yuggo always let them take a bit of the loot and cargo as a bonus for their work. The agreement had been shaky at first, with Yuggo being the usual greedy man of a merchant, but with each battle the mercenaries only grew richer. It had been Henry's idea to increase their income via slave trading in the Underworld Black Market. Fishmen these days sold for quite the pretty berry. Still, he told his men to prepare for conflict, as they got to work, a group of 30 men working to get cannons ready and loaded.
On the Huntsman, Punk would see their quarry in the distance as he worked at the wheel of the ship. Being the Captain, as well as the Helmsman; Punk was capable of intercepting the ship before them. They had been given tips from recently freed slaves that a vessel by the name of the S.S. Crabtrapper had been the one to bring them into the enslavement camp; the tell tale sign that would easily identify the ship being a figurehead of a crab inside of a crab cage, the claws sticking out to the side. The sound of metal on wood, beside Punk belonged to the lookout at the time, and their local sniper, Betsy "Wildgun". A dark skinned human with a leg missing and replaced with a functional shotgun prosthetic, who once she had been saved by Punk from her enslavement had decided to join his crew. She was currently looking through a spyglass, confirming their target was indeed who they were after. After a moment, she'd speak up, her voice becoming a subtle growl that only punk could notice. "That's our target captain. The Crabcatcher." She confirmed, before shortening the spyglass, and checking the pouch on her side to ensure she had enough shells. "They've raised a Merchant's warning flag. They're either provoking us, or they don't know we're pirates and are taking safe measures." She stated, as she lifted her prosthetic leg, and broke open the shotgun, to inspect the barrels. She had to be careful not to get anything lodged into the barrels of her leg, or the consequences would be bad.
"What are your orders Cap'n?" A second voice came from beside Punk, as a fishman with blue skin, long ears, and a lengthy tail; wearing a white shirt, blue kimono draped around his waist, and baggy pants that resembled that from Wano culture asked. This was the Gear Pirate's First mate and swordsman, Muray, and ultimately second in command. He was never without his high grade blade, which he called "Current" by his side. He appeared ready to fight, glaring at the target in the distance, while having a cocky and determined grin, his brow furrowed as he was no doubt preparing himself to cut down the slavers.
Being the captain of the Huntsman, Punk "Killer" Reille was in charge of telling his crew what to do. Any necessary battle preparations, choices to raise or lower their pirate flag to announce their presence and intentions, and even controlling how prepared they were or what their tactic of approach was would no doubt be at his command and whim.
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Post by FreudTastic on Jul 15, 2023 18:52:51 GMT
So the freed slaves' intel was indeed true; this was the vessel that had brought them to their imprisonment. Seemed like a merchant's ship, and double so with what Betsy was telling him. He too saw the merchant's flag, squinting at it slightly as his scarred eye twitches slightly from the phantom pain. Everyone seemed antsy to get to work, if Muray's comment was any indication. He had to give the eel fish-man a slight grin, showing him not to worry, and that action was on its way. But he was weighing the options now. If they thought of them as nothing more than passer-bys, then maybe it'd be best to play into that role for now... while staging an attack from below.
"Then let 'em keep thinking that way. Still... this IS the ship that the slaves spoke of. They'll more than likely shoot us anyway if we show ourselves to them. So we'll have to sabotage them before getting into line of sight."
His gaze once more turns to Muray, nodding sharply.
"Muray. Go and fetch Taizon and a handful of our crewmates. I want you guys to conduct some underwater sabotage on that ship. Aim for the rudder, the keel, anything that'll get them off balance or off course. Betsy, you and I will rally the rest of the crew and get them ready. Do I make myself clear?! Go!"
And as his orders were given, he'd turn to the rest of their fishman-dominant crew, and he'd pound his chest with his good arm.
"Listen up, people! The S.S. Crabcatcher is in sight! The slaves we recently liberated from their shackles came from this very vessel, and we'll make sure they get their just desserts as well! I want every able body to man their battle-stations, but do so discreetly. Keep a low profile and prepare. First Mate Muray, and Blacksmith Taizon will go ahead and try their best to sabotage the ship before we strike! I will give the signal to attack!"
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Post by Time on Jul 16, 2023 1:22:08 GMT
The Crew of 30 grunts nodded in silent agreement. Stealth was indeed their friend in this case. If anything, they could get the jump by simply seeming like normal travelers. The fact they weren't even flying the colors meant they were already attempting to avoid detection as it were. The grunts quickly got to work, as Muray nodded and went to collect Taizon. It'd be some time before they were okay, but with the plan created, since he was the helmsman he'd need to focus on sailing the ship. Soon enough Taizon, their local blacksmith would march up the steps. His pale yellowish colored skin, sharp teeth, and the numerous fins along his body made him resemble a lionfish who had grown a white beard and was missing an eye with an eyepatch covering it. Looking around the deck as people got to work, before shouting, "YAR! TIE THAT KNOT PROBER!" he commanded to a cabin boy who was only checking the knot once. Taking a startled second, the lad pulled the knot, only to find it slip loose, and Taizon huff in a "I told you so" Fashion. The lad was a bit down trodden, but quickly perked back up as he did the knot, and double checked it. "Good Job Squrt, now get yer arse back to it! DOUBLE TIME!"
A quick salute and off the cabin boy was, making sure to double check. "Taizen, Reporting for duty Captain Killer, SIR!" He saluted, being very militaristic in his attitude. He was stubborn about it, and refused to speak to his superior officer in a "disrespectful" way. Muray quickly clambered up the steps, alongside of the sound of suckers latching and detaching from the wood of the ship, as a 7 foot tall blue skinned octopus fishman with tentacle for hair came up, grumpily looking at his captain, "Now why did you have him get Taizen and not me?" He asked, looking at Betsy, before squinting, "Was it your idea?" He half questioned and accused. He trusted Betsy, but not nearly as much as anyone else, and slight provocations were possible. "I told you it was captain's orders. She's got to stick here with the captain after all Nabaru." Muray exclaimed, irritated that the tentacle man had heard him talking to Taizen about their mission.
"Don't it's captain's orders me you twit." Nabaru grumbled being the grumpy old man he was rumored to be throughout the crew, brushing off Muray's hand, as he continued to look at Betsy. Betsy stayed quiet as she had already pulled the spyglass back out before Taizen had reached the deck, and was keeping an eye on enemy movement, before she noticed a glint. "They've got eyes on us Captain." She stated, worried a bit and focused. "No action just yet, but I see rapid activity on deck. They could be preparing for a fight. If there's any time to move parallel, now is the time." She stated, watching the enemy ship. Nubaru grumbled, but didn't ask the question again, before turning his attention towards his captain, "Punk, lemme go too." It was a bit uncharacteristic of Nabaru to request to go and foil a ship, as his weapon wasn't exactly designed for it, but perhaps he had been cooped up for too long or something else.
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Post by FreudTastic on Jul 16, 2023 15:20:39 GMT
"Stern as always, Taizon. That's what I like about ya, you ol' dog! Ga-ShaShaShaSha!"
Punk roared with laughter at Taizon's little 'lecture' of one of their grunts, before he'd spot Muray arriving, but he was accompanied by someone; ah, old Nabaru. Their disgruntled, but reliable navigator and chronicler. He was a bit surprised to hear him being more eager to go out into the field. It was a bit uncharacteristic of him to say the least. And here he thought he had been content with being safe and charting out their course. Betsy's notice did make him realize he had a short window to solve this dilemma, though, as he'd just grunt a bit at the octopus fishman.
"Nabaru. You know full and clear that you have a prized position on this crew. Your charts of the ocean currents are invaluable to us. I cannot risk you getting injured, or worse."
He spoke with a harsh tone, but it was just his way of showing he cared. However, he'd grab onto Nabaru's staff, respectfully pulling it out of his hands before he'd move over to a large crate on deck, containing spare parts and what-not. Ripping the lid off with his prosthetic hand's clamp-like 'fingers', he'd hold Nabaru's staff out over it as he'd invoke the power of the Gasha Gasha no Mi, or the Clank-Clank Fruit. Touching the staff into the pile of parts, and as if by magic, the parts began to 'stick' and 'mold' onto the staff, twisting and cranking and attaching along the tip until he'd pull it out, and on the staff now was a primitive, but efficient drill-head with a pulley rope to keep the drill spinning. Then he'd hand it back to Nabaru.
"There. This will be as good for sabotaging the ship, as well as to defend yourself, got it? And I don't want to hear no more complaints, OR accusations towards our crewmates!"
The last bit was a legitimate warning, based on Nabaru's harsh words towards Betsy.
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Post by Time on Jul 22, 2023 2:34:50 GMT
"Haz ta be captain. Otherwise them sharkbaits will end up killin' themselves without realizin it." Taizon stated, in a matter of fact tone of voice. Of course, with Nabaru's request seeming to be initially denied, Nabaru quickly went from grumpy to irritated when Punk snatched his staff, only to modify it with his devil fruit. The improvised drill on the end of the staff was indeed ramshackled, but most of his things were that way unless he had a clear design plan before himself. Still, this would do the job of drilling holes into the hull of the ship quickly, especially with the pulley system. Nabaru would likely need to work himself out to drill through the wood, but perhaps it would discourage him from requesting further trips like this out of the blue. Still, Nabaru listened to his captain his frown turning into a smirk that was a bit dark as though he was looking forward to getting payback of some kind.
To be honest, Nabaru had been quiet as of late. Especially after having been told of their target being the Crab Catcher. But whether Punk had put anything together about it as a deeper connection; or simply Nabaru being quiet and grumpy while charting courses was Punk's incentive to discover; though perhaps not at this moment unless he wanted to risk entering cannon fire range of the slaver ship.
With that said though, Nabaru's smirk went back to a frown, though less so than normal. "Right. I aren't apologizing, but I'll admit I snapped at the wrong fish." The octo-man stated, before testing the pulley system out, the drill giving a bit of a dry whirl, at first before Nabaru added a bit more oomphf to make it spin a decent rate.
With that said, Muray looked at the ship, before saying "Best head into the sea now, as you're turning to make them drop their guard Punk. We'll give'm a nice bath before this day is done." And with that said, Taizon followed behind Muray, with Nabaru's suckers noisily following behind, as they gave a send off, before falling over the railing into the water in a backwards dive. Now, it was up to Punk to make either draw the target's attention. Whether to fight immediately, or buy time. Betsy seemed focused on the ship, and now she was actually showing a bit of worry this time, since they were still on an intercept course. "Orders captain?" A grunt said, unsure if they should prepare to fire; as they had discretely finished loading the cannons. Another was beginning to climb the rope towards the crows nest, perhaps to get a better vantage point. The tension in the air could make most people snap and do something rash; but Punk's crew trusted their captain's choices. After all, they had now gained a taste of freedom; and they'd rather follow their savior to their deaths than to be enslaved or let others be enslaved a minute longer than need be.
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Post by FreudTastic on Jul 27, 2023 15:58:08 GMT
Punk just huffs and concedes to Nabaru's 'apology'. He might've said he wasn't apologizing, but it was still a good enough one for now. He'd just nod firmly to his navigator and watch as he, Muray and Taizon would head towards the edge of the boat, before they'd fall over the railing and into the water. The time was now. Should they try and draw their fire, or just avoid them to make them drop their guard and give the trio underwater a clear window? He'd weigh the options for a bit, and realizing he was the helmsman, the crew on the Crab Catcher would probably see him and open fire anyway, knowing the world's opinion on fishmen. He'd address the grunt;
"Get ready to unload hell upon them. On my signal, though! I will give a wide berth from the ship to make them drop their guard, but as soon as we're in position, we'll open fire upon them and draw their attention. They'll be too scrambled to notice Taizon, Nabaru and Muray down below, going in for their sabotage. Be ready to open fire in one minute from now!"
Those were his orders, as he'd quickly take the helm of the ship, and begin to steer it away from the Catcher, giving it a wide berth and seemingly diverting away from it. A simple, but hopefully effective spiel to make the Crab Catcher's crew second-guess their intentions, but as soon as one minute passes, and Punk had managed to get the Huntsman in position for a decent broadside-
"Open fire!"
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Post by Time on Aug 11, 2023 13:49:20 GMT
On the Crab catcher, the second in command looked at the incoming ship suddenly begin turning at almost the last minute. It was clear that something was up though. The fact that the new ship had turned to sail parallel with them was a clear red flag in his mind. Had the ship been heading away, it's unlikely they would have sailed like this following their route. They would have turned to go behind the Crab Catcher. Which only meant one thing. Their new guest had business with them.
**"Prepare to fi-"** the second in command began before he was interrupted by a squat voice. **"Gallows, what is all this commotion?!"** The voice of Henry's employer rang out as he waddl- stepped forward. Henry grimaced. **"Not the time Sir."** He voiced, but the fat man was not one who had experience in combat. Henry was surprised one of his men hadn't secured their moneybag. Perhaps they had been too laxed. **"Mr.Gallows, It's obvious that you intended to fire on a vessel without conversation! Unacceptable!"**. The fat man pointed at the mercenary. **"Hail them this instance! If we are caught in an inspection because we attacked a civilian vessel, we'll all end up arrested!"**.
Before Henry Gallows could insult the man, the sounds of cannon fire was clearly heard from this distance. Henry snapped towards the sound yelling, **"Brace!"**. He commanded, diving towards his employer as he forced the fat man down as cannonballs splintered against the deck, and hull.
**"Hit!"** Betsy called, as the crew pulled cannons back to clear and prepare the next wave of cannon fire. Now that intentions were made clear, the fight would now begin. It was unclear whether the sabotage party had arrived or not, but the clear delay meant that the Gear Pirates had a slight advantage in time to fire. Still, the captain at the helm was still a helmsman, and a fishman to boot. This was their territory, and with a plethora of options and ways to steer his ship, Punk had options, and so did Betsy as she pulled up a rifle and braced her weapon against the railing. **"Who do you want me to target captain?"**
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Post by FreudTastic on Sept 26, 2023 17:28:44 GMT
And the fight was on! Punk could feel his blood pumping wildly in his veins; this was where he belonged. In the thrill of battle! Nay; of REVOLUTION! This was them taking back their lives, one Marine vessel at a time! This one, like so many others before them, would fall in the breeze of the ocean! He was cackling when Betsy confirmed the hit upon the Crab-Catcher, as he'd steer the ship into an angle for a cleaner broadside for the next volley, and also giving Betsy a better aim with her rifle.
"Men! Take up rifles, support Betsy with cover-fire and volley whoever still stands on their deck! And Betsy: take out anyone who seems to be of commandeering rank! Without a leader they'll be in disarray, and easy pickings! We'll go in closer after the next volley of cannon-fire!"
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Post by Time on Oct 23, 2023 1:33:05 GMT
If only this was a marine vessel. Marines would at least be attempting to focus on keeping order and scrambling on deck being easy targets for the volley of fire that was to come from the Punk's crew, and making them target practice. The man in charge however understood what not to do; and most of his men did as well; with only the green horns he had gained from their last port being stupid enough to stand in the way of incoming fire. "W-W-WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS! DID YOU PROVOKE THEM!" Gallow's employer accused, before being smacked back down, bloodying his nose on the deck as Gallows made sure to keep his moneybag safe.
"No you IDIOT! PIRATES! They're PIRATES! They must have gotten wind of our traveling route and decided to ambush us! We take this route because it gets so little traffic!" Gallow glared at the man who was holding his nose; only just now realizing that he had no only been wrong; but also had nearly died because of his mistake in assuming it was a merchant's vessel. "LIGHT THE CANNONS!" Gallows screamed, as the men who were staying below the wooden guardrail and could light the fuses without getting hit did as ordered to the best of their ability. In punk's excitement he had made an order too soon; though perhaps not as devastating of one if he had ordered his men to prepare to board. Of the likely 6 cannons that had been aimed at them; only two were fired, as a guardrail splintered, some of his men diving out of the way to avoid being impaled by wooden shrapnel; if not suffering burns and damages. It was a small dent in their overall firepower at the moment, but it didn't stop them. The other cannon had taken out one of their own, the blast snapping off the rope, and causing the mount it was stationed on to roll back. There was a large dent in the cannon, blocking off any additional cannonball from entering. Two of the crewmates scrambled out of the way to avoid being crushed as the ship rocked from the impact, white gunpowder smoke impairing the vision of some of their shots.
"No signs of a commander! They're staying low and trying to make a smokescreen!" Betsy stated, as she attempted to scan the deck, and firing at any who got up when she could spot them, replacing one rifle for the next beside her. Punk would know that even if she was a crack shot; from this distance even she couldn't see well through smoke; and it was unlikely that the enemy would only fire two cannons. They'd likely prepare to fire the rest, using the smoke to cover their men or at least make them harder to hit. Only one word came to mind. Seasoned Slavers.
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Post by FreudTastic on Nov 12, 2023 19:49:29 GMT
The hit was taken in kind by Punk and his ship, watching as the guardrail splintered upon impact from the cannonball, and their volley squad in disarray. But he would not back down now. This was just the beginning. Hoping that Muray and the others were soon beneath the ship and ready to puncture it, he would keep the slavers' attention on them for the time being. If his own ship got damaged? He had the power of his Devil Fruit and his knowledge of shipwright work to repair it! His crew would hopefully be wise enough to make their own decisions, despite his orders. They knew it was every man for themselves on a crew like this. A crew of liberated slaves, taking back their own free will. But he'd give orders regardless.
"They're down one cannon, but they got five more! We need to lower our momentum and steer out of line of fire! Hoist the sails up, get in behind them!"
And once the ship began to slow down its momentum and lag behind the Crab Catcher, Punk would once more use his Devil Fruit's powers to essentially modify the ship's helm to "lock" into place, sort of putting it in "auto pilot" as he'd rush over to the deck, and up to one of their recently reloaded cannons. Grabbing a hold of it with his prosthetic arm, another use of his power made him connect and latch said cannon onto his own arm, using his impressive Fishman strength to heave it up with both arms, and take aim right at the rear of the ship.
"Light me up!"
He'd bark at the nearest cannon crew member, and once the cannon was lit, he'd dig his heels into the deck, bracing for the blowback as he'd take aim for the Crab Catcher's rear, trying his best to angle his shot to hit the rudder of it.
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Post by Time on Nov 12, 2023 20:52:06 GMT
The mercenaries of the crabcatcher would fire two more shots, one striking through the hull, above sea level, and another destroying more of the railing, specifically obliterating one of the stairs that to the helm. That said, his people were quick on their feet, no longe staying still as they made moves to watch for any movement around the enemy cannons.
The one in charge only stood up when his companions had created enough smoke. Seeing some of his men having been shot down, he reckoned they had an Ace of sorts. Of course seeing his opponents falling back and behind the mercenary smiled, "To the Helm boys! They're falling back!". He shouted, before picking his employer up and patting the dust and splintered deck off of him. "There you go boss. Told you we're professionals., Gallow said with a smug smile. That ship didn't have a forward facing cannon. Those pirates must be greener than a sick fish. The man thought to himself as he dusted himself off, his men quickly grabbing rifles and heading to the helm.
With Punk taking lead, the ship now locked in it's path as he adjusted it for the waves and wind, he'd find the tasks done by his fruit become second nature to him. That's not to say that when he lifted up a cannon that it wasn't strenuous by any means, but he could manage. The biggest problem was his prosthetic arm, as the bolts and metal strained. Good quality steel that could be used was hard to find, and scraps could only do so much. Still, a but more force, and his crewmates own help he was capable of hoisting it up enough to take aim.
While he was aiming for the rudder of the Crabcatcher before his fuse was lit his first mate would call out, "They're gathering on the rear helm!". She yelled, firing another shot, which at this point had hit no one. Cursing, she barely grabbed the another rifle when a volley of random shots echoed across the sea, the shots mostly falling too far, but a pair of his crew helping with his cannon arm had gotten hit. "Steady!". One of the now bleeding fishman yelled, as his shoulder blossomed with crimson. The other man struggled, his thigh having gotten hit. "Don't Miss Captain!". The man said, as a stream if blood dribbled down from the new wound.
In an instant the cannon's fuse reached the end of it's destination, as the cannon attached to Punk fired! It wasn't as accurate as he'd have like, not with the wake of their prey slightly affecting his aim, but the better half of his work was done, as the cannonball launched and hit the upper deck of the helm and suddenly the group of mercenaries would find themselves blasted back or overboard. Punk would also see that while his shot had not been perfect, it was clear that it had done something, as the rear sail began to fly loose in the wind, slowing their prey down significantly. Soon the battle would be on deck if Punk wanted it, but his men weren't back from their mission yet.
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Post by FreudTastic on Dec 28, 2023 18:53:23 GMT
"HOLD FIRM!" shouted Punk as his crewmates would help him to hoist and stabilize his cannon-arm, aiming it for the helm of the ship. At this point he had no time aiming for the rudder, as it'd potentially cause his crew more harm. So, the helm it was. And lucky too, as people were now gathering on the helm to fire at them. He'd hold the cannon firmly, and as soon as the fuse ran out, the cannon exploded and fired its payload into the helm of the ship, hitting the upper deck of it and throwing off the gunners on it.
The recoil was too much though, and the cannon literally RIPPED itself off of his makeshift hinges, and tumble across the ship's deck. His arm was in shambles, but he could repair it quickly with time. But now, he saw the prime position they were in. Muray and his men were not back yet, but they had no better chance than this. Besides, they'd notice when the ship would begin to sink anyhow. So he'd bark out his orders; "LET LOOSE THE SAILS! FULL SPEED AHEAD!" he roared up to the people on the mast, as he aimed to ram the harpoon-shaped figurehead of their ship right into the ship's backside, and hook themselves onto the rear of it for boarding. Which was his next orders;
"ALL CAPABLE MEN: PREPARE TO BOARD!"
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Post by Time on Jan 7, 2024 22:24:02 GMT
The explosion of wood, and the cry of men ripped through the crabcatcher as nearly half of the crew of mercenaries were now either burnt and greatly injured or were trying to swim as best they could having fallen into the waters. The captain of the marines, Mr.Gallow stared at the damage in disbelief. "How..... HOW!?!" The man cried out, before rushing up to see what had happened. It was only then that he saw exactly what he was facing..... It wasn't just a crew of pirates... it was the one group he had almost been perfectly confident in beating. It can't be... Fishmen! FISHMEN PIRATES?!" He cried out, only to have his cheek grazed by a bullet. He recoiled, before spotting a woman who had nearly killed him. He cursed, leaping over the edge of the wheel and back down behind cover before Betsy could raise the next rifle up.
With the blow to the back of the enemy ship having done significant damage to the enemy the crew cheered, those having supported their captain collapsed, and others dodging the now loose cannon, before a few of them grabbed it and secured it down to prevent further damages. Upon their captain's orders, the crew quickly moved, some of which jumped into the water, before leaping up onto the deck of their prey. Before that though, Betsy would waddle up as the ship impacted, the harpoon attachment spearing into their victim; as she spoke up. "I think I grazed the captain of the ship sir. I'll stay behind and make sure we don't get sabotaged." Betsy couldn't exactly move as well as her captain, and honestly despite having a shotgun for a leg, even she had limits to how well she could operate in close quarters combat.
Meanwhile under the ship, the three on their mission had finally broken through, as water began to rise. Soon the ship would sink, and thankfully from the way things sounded no one would be checking the slaves.... and boy were there a lot.
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