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Post by Trey on Nov 4, 2006 19:58:31 GMT -5
((I like how Skye rolls her eyes at the guy who got hit by a grapeshot not seeing the crates fall onto him yet she trips over a pile of crates blatantly in her way and line of sight.))
Trey slowly cracks one eye open, seeing the blurried figure above him. Just the person he had been looking for. Opening the other eye, the captain rolled his head limply to the side to look at his arm. Like the rest of his body, it hung limply, tied skillfully with a length of fabric. Okay, arm's hanging limply, but it's tied with a tourniquet. I'm good. Trey leaps to his feet, newfound strength in his blood at the sound of cannonfire and swords clashing together above. "You do your job well, mate. Thanks for the pick me up." Grabbing his fallen sword, the captain rushes towards the stairs to join the fray. Realizes that he's still very much injured and very much in pain, he looses his balance and sways from loss of blood and vision. Clutching onto the banister with his right arm, the odd-looking scallywag, for a scallyway, that is, raised his sword slightly and mutters, "No worries lads... I'm coming!" Trey slowly makes his way up the stairs, swaying more than the ship does.
Arriving at the top of the stairs, Trey notes that the Naval Vessel has now attached his ship to theirs with a nifty gangplank. Brilliant... The mad rush to enter his ship seemed to have been a little while ago, for there were two crews fighting hand to hand on his deck. The flicker of a figure in the sun caught his eye, and he shifted his gaze to the left of the gangplank. Standing atop the railing of the enemy ship, legs spread in a brace, one hand holding a rat-line, and the other brandishing his sword. Several of Trey's men lay dead next to the figure. "Bloody 'ell" The captain swore, eye searching for any sort of salad on the man's jacket.
(Note: Salad is a slang for medals pertaining to rank.))
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Post by Spammich on Nov 4, 2006 20:38:51 GMT -5
Captain Delano Slattery stared emotionlessly at the battle taking place before him. Though he held one of the highest ranks in the British Navy, no medal or marks of rank could be seen anywhere on him. A jagged scar etched diagonally down his face, and the heat of the moment seemed to make it stand out as a right of passage to the deep. Delano cut down any and all of the lowly pirates who dared to make an attack against him, laying their bodies to rest at his feet and their souls to rest in the fire pits of Hell.
"Set the thing ablaze and let's be done with it," he said to the officer next to him in a thick Irish accent that showed where his origins layed. They had already recovered most of the stolen articals, or at least the valuable ones, and the Captain was growing weary of dulling his sword with the filthy pirate blood. Delano's eyes searched the mass of faces again and finally found himself staring at the facade of the man who matched the wanted sign, Captian Trey of the Truthless.
He jumped off the guardrail and walked slowly toward the man his face still showing no sign of sympathy as he slashed those who stepped into his way. Delano noted the blood-soaked tourniquet around Trey's arm and the unattended to wounds left on his chest from the span of what seemed to be a grape shot. He stopped five paces away and wiped the blood from his blade with an already crimson hankerchief.
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Post by Trey on Nov 4, 2006 21:05:57 GMT -5
Trey watches the figure leap nimply from the railing and board his vessel. What vile beast dare put his filty navy feet upon my deck? Straightening to his full height of 6'2", The pirate captain ignored the blinding pain of dozens of pebble-sized metal spheres embedded into his arm and chest and stiffly walked to meet The Captain Delano Slattery.
The Captain of The Truthless eyed his foe from toe to top, cracked a smile, then muttered, "This can't be the captain." Trey chuckled, giving a mock bow to the man before him.
With a sudden yell, Trey raised his sword and thrusted forcefully at Slattery's chest.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 4, 2006 21:07:12 GMT -5
((She's quite the little hypocrite, isn't she? XD)) ((EDIT: YOu beat me! O.o))
Skye's face darkened as she stood, tucking the vial away. Men - couldn't keep out of it unless they were dead. She picked her way carefully around the boxes, conscious of her unshod feet (in a horrifyingly girly way) and rushed up the stairs to stop her patient before he did something else incredibly stupid. He was, after all, no good to them dead. No longer concerned over blood loss, her first worry was head injury. She knew firsthand from helping haul the boxes onto the ship just how heavy they were. Appearing at the top of the stairs, she couldn't help but notice the carnage around her. Her fingers itched to apply healing, but she steeled herself. 'One patient at a time,' she thought, reaching out to grab the captain's good arm. "Did I say I was -" she stopped short, eyes wide as the captain engaged a cold-eyed enemy. She stepped back quickly, having no desire to be between these men as they battled.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 4, 2006 21:08:22 GMT -5
Delano sneered and dodged Trey's blade circling around the pirate with agility known only to few and grabbed hold of Trey's injured arm twisting the flesh in his fist. "This is the Captain," He whispered into Trey's ear before throwing the wretch away from himself.
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Post by Trey on Nov 4, 2006 21:11:43 GMT -5
The last thing Trey saw before blacking out in overwealming pain was the sillouette of Delano and the flames that began licking his ship.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 4, 2006 21:16:06 GMT -5
Delano turned around and pushed the surgeon down the stairs, "You aren't needed here anymore."
He turned his eyes back to the ship and whistled loudly, the shreik carrying over the blasting guns and yells, "BACK TO THE SHIP YOU BASTARDS!"
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Post by Spammich on Nov 4, 2006 21:21:12 GMT -5
(post darn you)
Delano watched his men scurry back to the ship and he made his way to his own boat as well. He stopped and looked down at the his unconcious rival and grinned, bending down to grab the calloused hand of Trey. Slowly he dragged his enemy back to the gangplank spanning the water between the two ships and oredered two of his men to carry the man across to the *insert ship name here*, "Take him to the galley and tie him to a table."
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 4, 2006 21:30:58 GMT -5
Skye shrieked and groped at the railing, the wall, anything to keep her grip. She failed, and skidded down the stairs with one arm wrapped protectively about her head, landing in the debris from the captain's earlier predicament. Sharp pain exploded in her side, she screamed. Her whole body shook, aching and bruising as she struggled to stand, looking at her side. A rusty-looking nail bit deep into her, missing her ribs by scant inches. She doubted that she would be moving had it hit her lungs. After a failed attempt to stand, she screamed again and fell against the stairs, discovering in the most painful way what it felt like to break one's tailbone. Skye could feel her vision getting foggy, her mind shifting from here to neverwhere as she crawled up the steps. The smell of smoke was burning her nose. It seemed an age by the time she made it to the top - by then the ship was well on it's way to destruction. They needed to get in the water, get away. She fell against the floor, looking around futiley for the captain as they dragged him away. She grabbed at his leg, her mind not comprehending how he could move without walking, but hit the deck again sharply as they moved off impassively. (Hope you don't mind my random borrowance of the sailors) She closed her eyes, only for a moment - to think, and did not open them.
((Oh my. XD We're in a fix, aren't we?))
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Post by Trey on Nov 4, 2006 21:43:06 GMT -5
Someone had better put out my ship, or they're all bloody fired, was Trey's first thought as he faded slowly into consiousness. Another tug of his bad arm flung him back into painful sleep.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 4, 2006 22:07:41 GMT -5
Delano watched as the annoying female surgeon tried fruitlessly to grab at her captian and almost laughed as she lost conciousness as well. He bent down and picked her limp body off of the ground and swung her over his shoulder before walking across to his own ship.
"We could always use another surgeon," he said tossing the girl to another of his crew, "lock her in the kitchen store room."
He laughed and gave the cue for the men to cut the ship loose, his eyes glancing at the few living pirates, scurrying to put out the fire out. They had escaped luckily and the ships deck was so slick with blood that the fire hadn't spread quickly.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 4, 2006 22:08:18 GMT -5
((*wins* Okay so now I have the two of you. Will be back soon. ta))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 4, 2006 22:14:02 GMT -5
Hitari yawns widely and sits up slowly. What was going on. The boat rocked back and forth in an odd manner, not the rythmic, soothing yet sometimes nausiating manner it usually did. Violet eyes survey her cabin to find it in disorder; books toppled from desks, clothes scattered across the floor, other trickets rolling across the wooden planks. No something was going on. Perhaps they had been under atack? She sighs, this was just like everyone not to come get her for even these kind of things. It was probably because she was a girl. Stupid crew members((I realize she is a crew member but her personality is very rash...often not thought out at all. she's working on it ^^ )...stupid enemies, stupid floor. She silently curses everything, having woke up in a foul mood. Hitari runs her slender fingers through her hair briefly before tying a bandana to her head. She slips her jacket and boots on before walking outside and to the galley, she was starved. She stops abruptly, looking around at the damage and sighing slightly before continuing her way there. She opens the door and enters the galley, wondering what sort of breakfast awaited her.
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Post by Trey on Nov 5, 2006 0:24:42 GMT -5
((You realize that your post makes you a British Navy Soldier right? We're all on *enter navy ship name here*. Also, It's not very accurate to get angry at the men of the ship seeing as there are mostly female characters ^_^))
Groggily, Trey slips out of his unconsious state. Blinking his eyes open, it takes him a second to regain his vision. Blood trickled sluggishly down his face. I must be lying down... The captain went to lift his right arm to whipe the red substance from his face, but a shooting pain told his otherwise. Right. Grapeshot. Going to lift the left arm, Trey finds some other strange force keeping his arm in position. The pirate rolled his head to the left. "Shit," Trey noted the thick rope tied several times around his wrist then down the corner.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 5, 2006 1:22:39 GMT -5
Saigo stumbled around the deck of the truthless thrashing the flames on the deck with a damp blanket. He had seen the whole ordeal that his captain, his best friend, had gone through, but the sudden licks of flames had seperated him from Trey.
"Don't let the mast catch fire," Saigo shouted at the men still healthy enough to face the flames.
It didn't take long before all that rose from the deck was the white smoke that follows a blaze, but the crew neglected the ropes tying the main to the ship and now the giant white mass of canvas waved uselessly in the air.
Saigo cursed to the wind and ran to the bow his grey eyes catching the last glimpse of the enemy before it disappeared into an oncoming fog bank, "At least we saved your ship..."
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