Post by Aubs on Jan 11, 2012 17:32:06 GMT -5
The sun had risen a bit higher in the sky by now, shining down intimately on the scene at hand. A single man stood before a small army of marines, two more stood atop a vantage point surrounded by more. Despite all of this action, a few more tormented souls were rushing around to leave this battle behind, while unbeknownst to all of the above; a crooked devil lurked amongst the shadows with only the vilest of intent. Curious how so many individual lights could coalesce for even a moment and create a storm of energy, and standing in the middle of it all was a single ship and a few dreams. The boat shook slightly as a strong wave rippled across the water from the cannon blast, the debris of the ship flying up into the air and smoke clouding out the sky for only a second. The two white haired warriors who were quickly making their escape on the prized vessel barely stopped as the plot around them unfolded
Ponte stood at the wheel, looking for the best way to turn this thing, not being a navigator or helmsmen. His bandaged head and chest were matched with his white suit and khaki jacket that rested over his shoulders. Cross on the other hand was done untying the holds that bound the ship to the dock and was swiftly looking for the oars when the others began to speak. This blonde man with a bad attitude seemed to be entitled to their ship just because he was special, and the stupid cutthroat who had launched a canon, which to Marius’s knowledge hadn’t even been loaded yet; you never loaded before takeoff it was bad for the powder and shot, had decided to idly chat. Without looking up at these two buffoons Marius spoke calmly, checking what little he knew of rigging. “I’m glad you like her, put I’m afraid she has already been claimed, and no matter how much you complain you won’t be having her. Though, you can feel free to join us.”
Ponte smiled at that spinning the wheel as if it would do anything. He spoke too in his quieter less used tongue. “Fine with me, if he can keep his ignorant ass shut. We still have to pick him up so don’t make yourself at home.” Ponte waved absentmindedly towards Aubrey on the dock and was about to try and leave when the marine officers began to rise to their feet. The group of new pirates had been avoiding the nobles until now, but as one of the injured marines crept over to stand in front of them their importance became clear. Slowly the others rose to their feet, readying themselves. They were officers, no simple minded fools that washed against you like waves. These were the ones that had defeated real pirates before. They wouldn’t be defeated that easily
As one unit the pirates towards them, eyes focusing on the group. Ponte spoke up once again, drawing his two pistols slowly. “Let’s continue this in a moment, I’d like to clear the deck.” Marius silently agreed, drawing one of his own swords and flashing forward, ready to kill. Maybe working together wouldn’t be so bad, if only for a moment.
Aubrey’s battle on the other hand had gone on for far too long. He now stood swaying slightly on his feet, blood coming from his face and arms. He a slew of defeated marines laid around him, but it was clear that without help he would not be winning this battle. Coughing violently he spit blood up on the ground, his muscles twitching and aching because of fatigue and his new weaknesses. The two Commanders that had been watching from above appeared behind him, a good ten feet to his rear, with one at his 7 and one at his 4 o clock. Only then did the call for “cease fire” come forward. A tall man of 7 feet stood with his right arm in the air as the guns died down around him. He had slick-backed white hair, his made from age and not from youth like the other two in the battle, not to mention a lightly tanned body with cris-crossing lighter scars over his arms, with one or two on his face. He wore a gold-colored suit with small white pin-stripes and a blue tie that didn’t really match the rest. Over his shoulder was the long white cloak of the Officer Marines, and on his right hip was a black-sheathed saber with a fancy golden hilt. He smiled contently with his sharp features and magical appearance, rugged but gilded in all he did. Walking forward he strutted slowly towards Aubrey, his hands in his pockets once more, completely ignorant to the threat challenged by this wannabe. His voice was calm but clearly happy, though it had some grit of experience it had more contempt and confidence than anything else.
“You must be that Aubrey that has caused me so much grief the last two days. Interesting to think that such a weak little man could be so… involved. I’m not sure what you expected to accomplish however, I couldn’t have imagined you so stupid as to declare war against all of Rougetown.” He stopped a few feet away and look over his shoulder at his remaining troops, supposedly not even noticing the ship he was supposed to be guarding. He spoke once more, this time a bit quieter so that only the Commanders and Aubrey could hear. “Don’t worry, we will kill your friends after I’ve dealt with you. I’m going to enjoy watching them interrogate you, or maybe we will just drown you eh?” Captain Horace took another step forward before coming to a complete and utter stop, foot frozen in mid-air as the unmistakable blast from a heavy pistol sent a lead-ball and inch away from his face. His face looked up in that instant, towards the warehouse he had set up a forward post on to watch the ship early that morning. The two commanders turned completely around looked up as well, just in time to see something they never expected.
Justin Weeks stood with one foot on the railing of the building, his long-barreled pistol aimed right down at his captain’s face. Beside him, Sean Simpson held two Marine LTs, one in each hand before tossing them lightly over the rail and sent them flailing towards the dock. The pair stood solemnly, as if they were only now coming to terms with what they had decided to do. But before anyone could say another word a second gun-shot ripped the silence apart. Captain Horace doubled over as the round shredded itself through his stomach, the smoke billowing not that far away, from the second pistol that Aubrey had confiscated the day before. Without a word he dropped the weapon at his feet and took off as fast as his feet could carry him. He knew where to run to, they had decided earlier where he would rejoin the crew and from where they would make their escape. It was going to be a mad dash for his life, he knew it. But it would give the others time to get the ship in motion. Leaping over the destroyed portion of the dock from the cannons blast Aubrey bolted, his body tingling with the surge of energy. Blood was flinging off his with every juke. Captain Horace was rising to his feet, his voice garbled with his own blood.
“Kill them all.”
Ponte stood at the wheel, looking for the best way to turn this thing, not being a navigator or helmsmen. His bandaged head and chest were matched with his white suit and khaki jacket that rested over his shoulders. Cross on the other hand was done untying the holds that bound the ship to the dock and was swiftly looking for the oars when the others began to speak. This blonde man with a bad attitude seemed to be entitled to their ship just because he was special, and the stupid cutthroat who had launched a canon, which to Marius’s knowledge hadn’t even been loaded yet; you never loaded before takeoff it was bad for the powder and shot, had decided to idly chat. Without looking up at these two buffoons Marius spoke calmly, checking what little he knew of rigging. “I’m glad you like her, put I’m afraid she has already been claimed, and no matter how much you complain you won’t be having her. Though, you can feel free to join us.”
Ponte smiled at that spinning the wheel as if it would do anything. He spoke too in his quieter less used tongue. “Fine with me, if he can keep his ignorant ass shut. We still have to pick him up so don’t make yourself at home.” Ponte waved absentmindedly towards Aubrey on the dock and was about to try and leave when the marine officers began to rise to their feet. The group of new pirates had been avoiding the nobles until now, but as one of the injured marines crept over to stand in front of them their importance became clear. Slowly the others rose to their feet, readying themselves. They were officers, no simple minded fools that washed against you like waves. These were the ones that had defeated real pirates before. They wouldn’t be defeated that easily
As one unit the pirates towards them, eyes focusing on the group. Ponte spoke up once again, drawing his two pistols slowly. “Let’s continue this in a moment, I’d like to clear the deck.” Marius silently agreed, drawing one of his own swords and flashing forward, ready to kill. Maybe working together wouldn’t be so bad, if only for a moment.
Aubrey’s battle on the other hand had gone on for far too long. He now stood swaying slightly on his feet, blood coming from his face and arms. He a slew of defeated marines laid around him, but it was clear that without help he would not be winning this battle. Coughing violently he spit blood up on the ground, his muscles twitching and aching because of fatigue and his new weaknesses. The two Commanders that had been watching from above appeared behind him, a good ten feet to his rear, with one at his 7 and one at his 4 o clock. Only then did the call for “cease fire” come forward. A tall man of 7 feet stood with his right arm in the air as the guns died down around him. He had slick-backed white hair, his made from age and not from youth like the other two in the battle, not to mention a lightly tanned body with cris-crossing lighter scars over his arms, with one or two on his face. He wore a gold-colored suit with small white pin-stripes and a blue tie that didn’t really match the rest. Over his shoulder was the long white cloak of the Officer Marines, and on his right hip was a black-sheathed saber with a fancy golden hilt. He smiled contently with his sharp features and magical appearance, rugged but gilded in all he did. Walking forward he strutted slowly towards Aubrey, his hands in his pockets once more, completely ignorant to the threat challenged by this wannabe. His voice was calm but clearly happy, though it had some grit of experience it had more contempt and confidence than anything else.
“You must be that Aubrey that has caused me so much grief the last two days. Interesting to think that such a weak little man could be so… involved. I’m not sure what you expected to accomplish however, I couldn’t have imagined you so stupid as to declare war against all of Rougetown.” He stopped a few feet away and look over his shoulder at his remaining troops, supposedly not even noticing the ship he was supposed to be guarding. He spoke once more, this time a bit quieter so that only the Commanders and Aubrey could hear. “Don’t worry, we will kill your friends after I’ve dealt with you. I’m going to enjoy watching them interrogate you, or maybe we will just drown you eh?” Captain Horace took another step forward before coming to a complete and utter stop, foot frozen in mid-air as the unmistakable blast from a heavy pistol sent a lead-ball and inch away from his face. His face looked up in that instant, towards the warehouse he had set up a forward post on to watch the ship early that morning. The two commanders turned completely around looked up as well, just in time to see something they never expected.
Justin Weeks stood with one foot on the railing of the building, his long-barreled pistol aimed right down at his captain’s face. Beside him, Sean Simpson held two Marine LTs, one in each hand before tossing them lightly over the rail and sent them flailing towards the dock. The pair stood solemnly, as if they were only now coming to terms with what they had decided to do. But before anyone could say another word a second gun-shot ripped the silence apart. Captain Horace doubled over as the round shredded itself through his stomach, the smoke billowing not that far away, from the second pistol that Aubrey had confiscated the day before. Without a word he dropped the weapon at his feet and took off as fast as his feet could carry him. He knew where to run to, they had decided earlier where he would rejoin the crew and from where they would make their escape. It was going to be a mad dash for his life, he knew it. But it would give the others time to get the ship in motion. Leaping over the destroyed portion of the dock from the cannons blast Aubrey bolted, his body tingling with the surge of energy. Blood was flinging off his with every juke. Captain Horace was rising to his feet, his voice garbled with his own blood.
“Kill them all.”