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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 2, 2014 22:15:45 GMT -5
Pierre's head began to drooped as he watched the ships in the distance getting closer, and closer. He was growing weary of watching the two boats bob up and down, and the sounds of the ocean began to lull him to sleep he had become accustomed to fall asleep to such sounds.
Pierre stood at the stern of the row boat when he was first able to make out a couple of figures at the railing. The figures appeared to be sharing a drink. Pierre grinned as he noticed the two at the railing. The captain faced his first mate, and laughed "looks like we got a couple of love birds."
The dark skinned man chuckled to himself at the statement, but had no immediate response. The first mate looked to the bow of the lifeboat, and saw the two others lagging behind their own he turned to the captain, and questioned. 'Why are you having us bring so many men?'
Pierre just smiled, and spoke "You'll see very soon, my friend." His attention turned back to the ship, as he got closer he made eye contact with one of them men aboard the Galleon.
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Post by unit894 on Feb 3, 2014 5:29:32 GMT -5
Benjin took a long pull on from the wine bottle, savouring the sour flavour of the red liquid. It was the closest taste the Arab had been able to find of his true alcoholic love; Arak. He had drunk it almost every day when he worked on the ports of Jeddah, with ice and water. He remembered when he had first tried rum, the Englishmen that had given it to him had expected him to just spit it back up, too strong for these pathetic foreigners. But Arak was strong, made form aniseed and strong enough to peel paint. The rum had been cheap and watered down, and Benjin had drained the bottle the bottle without breaking a sweat.
Benjin stopped reminiscing when he saw the three boats rowing steadily towards them. Benjin pulled a small telescope from the recesses of his robe and looked closely at the boats. He counted the numbers, muttering to himself. Suddenly he strode across the deck towards the Sand Tiger, calling to the Commodore as he walked.
"Gordon! That looks more like a boarding party than something that wishes to be negotiating!"
Captain Al-Sallad arrived at the other railing and shouted over to his ship.
"Boa! Chang! Khalid! Get over here! The Sand Tiger's three best fighters leapt the gap one after the other, much like their Captain had done, to arrive in front of him.
Xian Bao was a disgraced Shaolin monk, thrown from his order when they discovered a large hidden supply of rice wine in his quarters. He was dressed in a black leather robe, sleeveless and open at the sides for movement. He had cloth training pants and high cloth boots underneath, with a straw hat covering his eyes. The only things close to weapons on his person were two iron bracers, scratched and dented form the thousands of blades they had deflected.
Zhuge Chang had been a travelling mercenary, a wiry man, covered in scars form head to foot. Most of which he inflicted himself, whilst mastering the chain whip he wielded when he was a youth. The whip ended in a steel kunai blade. He was dressed in light leather and cloth clothing, a red sash around his waist.
Khalid was another Jessad veteran, he had been a thief's son, and was a master at climbing anything. He wielded an Arabic Long spear that he used like a quarterstaff, only bringing the bladed end into effect when he was finishing off an enemy. He had a vest, baggy trousers and a turban. He never wore shoes, for he claimed they got in the way of climbing.
Benjin addressed them, almost serious.
""I do not trust this Frenchman the Commodore is so desired to see. Be prepared for fighting brothers!"
The three man nodded their consent, and walked to the other side of the ship, awaiting a possible repulsion of attacker.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 4, 2014 5:06:10 GMT -5
I'll be skipping this time, sorry guys.
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Post by Urukdragen on Feb 4, 2014 5:40:47 GMT -5
Henkie was just enjoying his drink as the Comodore walked up to him again
"Give us a swig, aye?"
He looked at his bottle and he gave it towards him, everyone needed to taste this Dutch top brand of drink when the captain was done drinking from it he got it back and took a few sips himself when he listened to what the boss had to say to him
"What do you Dutch think of the French?"
he turned around and placed his arms in his hips and started smilling, his oppion was asked about something he could talk about for ages, but with them coming closer he kept it short
The French? They have a good hearth, it only needs to be cooked and hanged on their backs just low enough so the dogs can reach it. Hell and they always wear that stupid powder on their faces. Sir I would bet you a box of this fine drink if at least one of those French have such powder on their faces.
then he suddenly heared Benjin all stired up about the number of the french
"Gordon! That looks more like a boarding party than something that wishes to be negotiating!"
Henkie lived up, now that was something good, we're going to spill some french blood finaly he thought so without even further awaiting he 'ran' towards the upper cannon deck hatch and yelled to the crew down there
Aye, men, Dont keep sitting on your but's all day, I want 1 cannon loaded with schrapnell on the upper deck in 5 minutes and I want it near the entry of those french row boat on port side, C'mon!
he helped to carry the heavy cannon, with 4 man total they started to move the heavy cannon to the upper deck when finally upstairs they put it on the ground and rolled it in position. then he ran back to get a fuse and lighted it with a nearby torch and kept the slow burning fuse between his theets, already with his axe in his other hand
Aye Sir, I am ready if you call the command we blow them back on their rowboats, and don't forget our bet ain't you!
and with his free hand he kept taking swigs from his Dutch Courage while waiting for the french to board up
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Post by Sabess on Feb 6, 2014 3:29:02 GMT -5
Before Gordon could reply to, Benjin started yelling to him about the French. He was slightly suspicious about the number of rowboats there were, but wasn't going to take action. He watched Henkie rush down to the cannon deck and soon reemerge, now bringing a cannon. He was about to say something, when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. British flags. A rather large ship now sailed a slow speed towards them, approaching from the opposite direction the French did.
"Fuck me...." He whispered, slowly approaching Henkie with his eyes fixed to the ship before breaking into a dash. "Ready the fucking cannons, starboard side! Don't worry about the bloody French!" He commanded, pointing to the Royal Navy ship. It was obvious it intended to board them, apparently not too fond of the black flag they were sailing.
*Aboard Royal Navy Ship, current time*
"Sir! All troops are ready for battle!" The young soldier reported, saluting to his Captain. The Captain nodded, scratching his balding head and sluggishly walking towards his men. "Let's go kill us some pirates, aye?" He screamed, drawing his sword. His men cheered, also withdrawing and raising their swords. The ship was turned slightly, so that the soldiers could enter at a better angle.
Several men readied ladders on the side, ready to drop them onto the enemy ship to forcefully board them. More, battle ready soldiers stood behind them, ready to climb over, while the troops lucky enough to be given a musket stood across in the free areas between ladders, ready to fire. They were only a couple of minutes away now, the troops growing anxious.
(Feel free to NPC these guys as we discussed, Butta.)
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 6, 2014 21:21:57 GMT -5
The pirates aboard the large galleon appeared to get startled and went to into a frenzy quickly, Pierre stood in his limited space watching one of the figures run off, and begin yelling at some members of the crew. It sounded as though they were yelling about a British ship starboard to them.
Pierre grabbed his short black cane which was strapped to him on his right side (opposite from his Rapier) when the rowboat got a close to the ship as it could he held the cane out like sword and began tapping on the side of the ship.
"I'm looking for a Mr. Bloodsmear, is he aboard?" Pierre spoke in his best English accent in the most prudish possible voice, and continued tapping on the side of the ship until someone answered him. He looked over to his first mate, and laughed a bit to himself as he continued to pluck at the ship.
'Looks like they are a bit tied up captain, maybe we should make an entrance ourselves?' Pierre's first mate asked him his voice was large deep and billowy, he laughed a bit to himself after making the statement. The first mate and the other 11 people aboard the rowboats waited patiently for the members of the Galleon to answer them.
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[Aboard royal navy ship]
The navy were traveling in a small - but fast - boat with a large wooden ram attached to the front. One of the crew members raised his saber to the sky as he heard the words his mighty captain 'Aye, Aye sir!' he shouted into the air beyond the reach of his sword. He ran to the farthest forward point on the ship, he sat on the railing of the beak head supporting himself by holding onto the bowsprit.
He pointed his sword forward and yelled 'Ramming speed!' and laughed to himself as the boat sped forward towards the pirate vessel, other members of the ship were running about in a seemingly random manner, preparing the cannons, and getting the sails at full mast to ensure a high speed ram.
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Post by unit894 on Feb 8, 2014 11:18:14 GMT -5
Khalid heard a slight tapping on the side of the boat, he turned around to see the French rowboats had arrived, and the captain was poking the ship with a black cane. Khalid continued to watch, while the French muttered and tittered among themselves. Khalid reach down with the tip of his spear and prodded the French Captain lightly on the head. He had not bothered with the English lessons the Commodore had insisted on, so his language was very basic, and his accent very strong. He called down to them.
"French wait, yes? Captain busy now" He grinned at them, and then walked away. He found his captain, began speaking in the desert dialect they had grown up with.
"What is happening, brother?"
"A British ship, Khalid. They are trying to ram us"
"Have they seen the Tiger?"
"No"
Benjin grinned, and jumped back to the Sand Tiger. He spoke quietly to the closest crew member, so the Britich will not hear him.
"Get the crew ready, when the English ram the Black Skull, ram them and board. We shall taste English blood before the hour is out!"
The Chinese man nodded excitedly and ran off, motioning men towards the armoury. Benjin stood at the front of his ship, twirling his mustache and waiting for the conflict to come.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 9, 2014 1:24:53 GMT -5
Jerome watched as the French slowly approached the ship. Henkie had brought a cannon up onto the deck, making sure the French would not do anything stupid when they came aboard. Everything seemed to be going well. To well it seemed, as the Commodore started yelling about a British ship on the starboard side. Jerome glanced over his shoulder and sure enough, there was a British vessel sailing towards them. After a moment of shock, he slapped himself in the face. Now was not the time for waiting, now was the time for action.
Jerome cursed silently to himself, before sprinting towards port side cannon deck entrance. He dropped into the corridor, then bellowed throughout the ship.
"British to the starboard side! Man the starboard cannons!" The crew all rushed as quickly as possible to the cannons on the opposite side, all manning their appropriate cannons. Satisfied, Jerome repeated the actions on the deck below, then returned to the top. The crew were already sprinting for their weapons, then watched as British ship approached, listening to the Commodore for orders.
Jerome grabbed a handful of men, ordering them to stay on the port side, by the cannon. They were to watch the French for the moment. Wracking his brain, Jerome tried to think of any other problems he might have to deal with. He glanced over to the Sand Tiger, the crew of which were quietly preparing themselves. With no other priorities, he dashed toward the side of the Commodore.
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Post by Urukdragen on Feb 10, 2014 9:22:18 GMT -5
Henkie Guarded the cannon on the upperdeck when he heared Buckweisser shouting orders to his man, so when Buckweisser was up again near the Commodore he walked towards him and when standing behind him he kicked him on the ground with his wooden leg
and kept him in that place while talking
Don't you ever order my man, understood? now if you know so much about Cannons show me how you handle yourself then
he grabbed Buckweiser's coat and dragged him towards the cannon on the upperdeck and placed him near it, he gave the fuse to Buckweisser and walked back to the Commodore when he arrived there he looked at him and smilled
If you allow me sir I would like to Open fire, give me a second
he ran towards the cannon decks and while walking the stairs he was already shouting orders,
Open the hatches men! Hold fire until I say so!
When the hatches were open and the cannons ready to fire and he saw the ship getting closer and closer. he saw the brit on the front of the ship pointing his sword forward and when he saw his face Henkie shouted again
Open Fire! the first one who shoot that brit gets a free drink of me!
Then an enourmous loud noise was heared when all the cannons on starboard side shot their ammo, The Bombs, Incideration, Chain and Buckshot would leave enourmous damage to the Royal ship, but the fog needed to clear if Henkie could see the damage, so he went back upside and got his axe and sword out, waiting on what would come
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Post by Sabess on Feb 11, 2014 3:02:22 GMT -5
Gordon didn't stop Henkie, however did disapprove of it. Gordon followed Henkie down the stairs. He saw Buckweiser holding the fuse, and seeing Henkie hadn't done anything extreme, he ignored it. He climbed the stairs once again, quickly being re-approached by Henkie. He asked a rhetorical question, however Gordon still answered. "Blow them to fokin' hell." He answered, his accent clearly showing. Soon, a thunderous sound erupted from the lower decks, smoke filling the air. Gordon laughed a hearty laugh, however he soon stopped, shocked.
The British ship was quite clearly not destroyed. It wasn't in any condition to go anywhere, and was slowly sinking, however the soldiers remained largely unharmed. The boat's front was destroyed, leaving nothing to properly ram with. The British boat slammed against the Black Skull, and although it did have an effect, the boat was rocking tremendously. Of course, it was damage bad enough to be repaired, however not enough to sink the ship or even slow it down.
The Royal Navy soldiers wouldn't give up. They dropped ladders down onto the Black Skull, still not noticing the Sand Tiger, even with how close it was. They were completely fixated on the Black Skull, and the damage they had just took. The Captain was dead, but the soldiers weren't going to sit there and sink with the ship. If they could take over The Black Skull, they could sail to the nearby port, hopefully being unharmed even with the black flag they flew. They hastily crawled towards The Black Skull, a large amount of the crew being stunned by the ram.
Gordon was knocked off his feet, however soon rose unharmed. He saw the ladders drop, but before he could react he was quickly pulled down again, as the boat steadied itself. He managed to knock one of the ladders off, plummeting some of the soldiers into the depths of the ocean. He rose again, however Royal Navy soldiers were already on the ship. He drew his pistol, shooting the closest one in the chest. He sprinted for the French, not having much of an option with a large amount of the crew still knocked over. He threw down a ladder, shouting at them. "How about you prove your good intentions and help us fight these fokin' British?" He quickly turned around again, dodging an overhead strike made against him by one of the first few British soldiers whom had boarded. He drew his sword and made quick work of him, ready for more.
(Feel free to NPC these guys Butta. There are quite a few of them on board now, so you could charge the lower decks. Also I know there's a good chance they would of been blown out of the water, but hey, suspension of disbelief.
NOTE: If Butta NPCs these guys, STANDARD CHARACTER RULES APPLY! No goddmodding!)
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 11, 2014 18:41:53 GMT -5
Pierre's prodding of the ship was interrupted by a thick accented broken English sentence 'French wait, yes? Captain busy now' Pierre gave the man a queer eye as he listened to him he turned around to the rest of the crew. One of the sailors scratched his head, and then began to speak.
'What do we do now cap'n?'
The captain opened his mouth, but as he was about to speak another voice popped over from the side of the ship along with a ladder. 'How about you prove your good intentions and help us fight these fokin' British?'
Pierre didn't turn around to acknowledge the voice, but after it went away he spoke up. "Aye what he said! Get up there, and kill anything in a red coat." The dark skinned quartermaster gave the captain a boost while attempting to climb up the ladder, a Brit ran up to him, giving a war cry he slashed at the captain horizontally. Pierre caught the brute out of the corner of his eye, he heard him shouting, and quickly pulled out his Rapier, putting his left hand behind his back he quickly slashed his sword downwards on top of the Brits knocking it out of his hand, Pierre put his left hand open palmed stretched back behind his head his stance grew wider, and he lunged forward stabbing the Brit through the torso.
The rest of Pierre's crew climbed up the ladder, and ran out on the deck to fight off the British.
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'We're 'bout to hit 'em cap'n!' the British soldier on the front of the boat yelled as they neared the starboard edge of the pirate vessel. The cannons of which were lighting up the soldier had turned back to look at the captain while he was blurting, and didn't see the cannons go off, he only heard a large 'POW!' from behind him, and watched as cannonballs soar past his head.
'What the bloody hell?' The soldier turned back around after noticing the fodder fly past him only long enough for the ship to violently ram into the opposing ship he was flung forward, his face smashed into the hull of the pirate ship, and was knocked unconscious as his limp body fell into the ocean.
British soldiers began snatching ladders from their stow, and filling the gaps of the ship several were knocked off of one of them as a pirate knocked it over. One British soldier used a loose piece of rigging to swing over the pirate ship, but over shot the boat, and was shot mid-air by one of the pirates.
A group of three soldiers ran unto the deck of the pirate ship heading for captain Gordon, one that ran up to him began his onslaught with a viscous lunge at the captains Torso, another stood at the side of the captain pacing back, and forth waiting for his moment to strike with the bayonet on his rifle, and the third had pulled a dagger from his belt, and prepared to strike the captain form behind.
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Post by unit894 on Feb 12, 2014 10:05:52 GMT -5
The Cannon battery from the Black Skull damn near crippled the British ship, and it drifted harmlessly against the great ships side, merely rocking it. Benjin had never particularly hated the English like many of his family and friends did. The crusades were fraught by the Saracen Turks in Jerusalem, not the Arabs of Jeddah.
He stood proudly near the front of the Sand Tiger, watching the confusion eagerly. The English were in total confusion. Many of them were still flat on their backs after their ship smacking into the Black Skull. Those that were up were busying themselves with ladders, desperate to escape their sinking boat, and get onto the Black Skull. Benjin was still amazed the British had not noticed the Sand Tiger. He raised his hand, and the Sand Tiger's sails unfurled, and the great Junk ship lurched forwards.
It was too close to achieve a ram attack that would do any serious damage, but it was enough knock those English that were on their feet back onto their arses. Benjin was first onto the British ship. A great, blustering boatswain with a walrus mustache and a cutlass ran at him. Benjin flicked his wrist, and a blade sprouted from the man's neck, spraying blood everywhere.
The Sand Tiger's crew swarmed the British ship, intent on killing it's inhabitants before the injured vessel sank. The Chinamen boarded, screaming in their own language as they wielded viciously sharp curved blades, short-hafted axes and flashing pistols. They set about the British with a determined ferocity. No Chinese man on the Sand Tiger had forgotten the Opium Wars.
When the English were all dead, they collected the few wounded they had and hopped back to the Tiger. Benjin wiped blood from his scimitar, and looked over to the Black Skull. There was still a small scuffle going on on the main deck. Benjin spied the Commodore.
"I shall leave these to you Gordon! We do not want to be killing all the English ourselves, yes?"
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 14, 2014 7:48:43 GMT -5
Jerome heard Henkie shouting something at him, shortly followed by a kick from his wooden leg. Jerome then felt the familiar tug of Henkie grabbing his collar and dragging him across the floor. Henkie dropped him next to the cannon on the top deck, a smirk on his face while he told Jerome to fire it, handing Jerome the fuse before running off, yelling at some other unlucky soul. Jerome sighed before dropping the fuse on the floor with a shrug.
Jerome spun on his heels, about to return to his position beside the Commodore, when multiple loud bangs went of simultaneously. He looked up, seeing the now wrecked British ship rapidly closing distance to The Black Skull.
"Shit, hold on everyone!" He called, before putting a hand on the cannon beside him. The British ship made contact, and while only rocking the boat, caused majority of the crew to fall or brace. Jerome had only seconds to recover before the battle cry's of the British could be heard on The Black Skull.
He pulled out one of his pistols, taking aim at the nearest Brit while steadily approaching the starboard side of the ship. He pulled the trigger, the sound of the shout being pierced by the scream of its victim. Jerome put the pistol back in its respective holster and drew his second. Two British soldiers, eager to avenge their fallen comrade, ran towards him, swords raised and calling for blood. Another bang, another surprised British soldier with a hole in his chest. The shot seemed to have surprised the second soldier, as he stopped to watch in horror as his friends life drained beside him. Now having second thoughts on whether to attack Jerome or not, the soldier tried to flee back to the safety of his fellow troops. As he turned and started running, Jerome drew his third pistol in his left hand, taking aim.
A scream came from the Brit, as he fell to the deck clutching his profusely bleeding shoulder. Jerome cursed, his aim had been off and he had not killed the man. He holstered his two empty pistols, then swiftly approached the wounded soldier, his blades drawn and glinting of the early afternoon sun. The soldier struggled to crawl to his knees, still struggling to escape. A painful gasp left his mouth as one of Jerome blades impaled his chest. Jerome waited a few seconds for the soldier to die, before withdrawing his sword and wiping the blood off with the dead man's clothes.
With both blades drawn and one remaining loaded pistol, Jerome moved cautiously towards the Commodore, unsurprisingly in the thick of the fighting. On his way, Jerome received a few cuts and other minor flesh wounds, but due to his armor was largely unscathed. He watched for a moment as two British soldiers charged the Commodore from each side, and after a flurry of slashes and parries from both parties, announced.
"Two against one, now that's hardly fair." Before striking the one to the left of the Commodore, engaging in a short and violent duel. Minutes later, after the duel had ended, Jerome stopped, breathing heavily and wiping his brow, whilst checking for wounds. Thankful that he had avoided any serious injury, he approached the Commodore.
"Sorry to interrupt sir, i hope i didn't go to hard on your new friends." He laughed, looking the Commodore up and down, checking for any wounds. Satisfied, he turned to survey the battle unfolding around them in his moment of respite.
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Post by Urukdragen on Feb 16, 2014 8:04:05 GMT -5
When Henkie was just on the upperdeck the ship started rocking, and his wooden leg came stuck in the ladder. while he was trying to get his wooden leg loose 2 british soldiers attacked him, he only got his axe out, and his sword was on the floor. he could just block one slash of a british sword and punched him in the nuts while he chopped of the others leg with is axe, blood spurted in his face now but he had enough time to get his leg loose. he then jumped down again to get his sword and the brit that he punched in the nuts had recovered himself and was walking down the stairs aswell, he quickly stabbed him with his sword in his neck, and again he was covered in blood, he cleaned his sword and walked back up again.
when on the upperdeck he saw that Buckweisser had abbandoned the cannon with buckshot with the slow burning fuse next to it, when walking towards it he was attacked by another british soldier who lunged at him with a bajonet, he tryed to step away, but because of his Leg he was a second too late, the Bajonet left a small wound in his upper leg. he was going beserk now, he dropped his weapons, grabbed the brits neck and slammed his head multiple times on the side railing of the ship. he stopped doing that when his face was a messy garbarge of brain, bone, blood and skin
he retrieved his weapons from the ground and he was a few steps away from the cannon when a big strong British soldier stood before him. That soldier stood with one leg on HIS cannon, Henkie became more angry then he already was and drew his buckhot pistol and 'ran' towards him when he was nearly near his face he jumped forward and trew him on the ground. there he punched him a couple times with his empty hand till his nose was bleeding and before he placed his gun on the mans head he yelled in the brits his face
Don't touch my fucking cannon, Godverdomme!
and then he shot the man, his face exploded and his gun left a small hole in the upperdeck, he would excuse himself later to the Commodore but now his cannon was in his hands, his beauty. he grabbed the fuse and saw that the Commodre and Buckweisser were in combat with 3 british soldiers. he quickly adjusted the cannon and then he stood on the barrel while screaming Towards his 2 friends
Commodore, Buckweisser DUCK!
and then he lit the cannon with the fuse, a loud bang was heared again, but Henkie could not see if he had hit annything at all, because of the smoke and because he felt of his cannon when it shot, with his wooden leg in the small hole he had made second ago, his weapons just out of reach he had only his 2 pistols to defend himself while waiting for help
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Post by Sabess on Feb 20, 2014 18:41:15 GMT -5
Gordon rose his sword to block when the British soldier took a swing at him, but a split-second later realised he was surrounded. He grunted and dived to the left, rolling away from the several soldiers ready to take him down. "Come on then, you fokin' royals, dead men tell no tales." He waved his sword, taunting them. Before he could do anything else, Buckweiser charged towards him, engaging one of the British soldiers. Gordon begun slashing at one of the soldiers, whom was wielding a gun, hoping to take them down.
While the fight was going on, Henkie aimed a cannon towards them. A shocked expression instantly came over Gordon's face, as he was certain of Henkie's intentions. Once Henkie yelled at them to get out of the way, Gordon snapped out of it and swiftly jumped to the side, barely managing to dodge. He looked to Henkie once again, and seeing that he was now trapped in a hole that had somehow been put into the ship, he quickly rushed over to help, oblivious to the status of both the British and Buckweiser.
Gordon kicked Henkie's weapons towards him and offered his hand, enough that Henkie could get himself out of the hole. "Fuck me Henkie, be more careful with that cannon next time." He yelled, over the sound of steel striking against itself.
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