Hedoc leaped onto a barrel. Even as the barrel overturned, he leaped again, catching hold of a loose rope from the rigging. An enemy bullet clipped his ankle as he swung from the war galleon back to The Wayfarer's deck.

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(you mean the smaller escort cause the war galleon got toasted...)

Francis grabbed some oars with his men and pushed the ships apart as the treasure galleon had made some proggress in it`s escape, Francis smirked as they left the small escort behind them in chaos and he looked to his men.

"Get the sails up and oars too! We are going after the galleon, prepare the cannons and arms for a battle!"

The Wayfarer slipped into fast chase after the treasure galleon that didn`t stand a chance in speed yet it would offer a fight for the sligtly tired pirates, behind the escort head blew up and it began sinking head first into the depths as the spaniards that had survived jumped off board.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(Sorry I was gone, I'm back now..... Just say that Cat was fighting with them an' yadda yadda..... I'll pick up again on my next post......)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

[that's what I mean... I thinksh]

Cursing and limping on his injured leg, Hedoc ran to take the oars. He squinted ahead at the fleeing treasure galleon.

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(k)

The Wayfarer catched up on the galleon that seemed to be preparing for battle and began to turn to get a clear shot, francis himself was at the wheel and turned it to face the challenge of the galleon yet the spaniards first their cannons already towards the front of the Wayfarer. The ship too some damage yet held as Francis turned the ship onto the galleons side.

"Prepare to take over!"

He shouted as he drew his sword and loaded his pistol as the cannons of the wayfarer spoke creating disarray among the spanish.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cat stands between two of the cannons, directing the men in the loading, firing, and reloading of the cannons. A grin spreads across her face as each shot blows a hole in the other ship.....

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Cannonfire rocked The Wayfarer backwards. Hedoc stumbled as a particularly nasty shot from the enemy blew a considerable hole in the stern. He loaded his pistol and fired off a round at the treasure galleon, then ducked when the Spaniards retaliated with a barrage of their own. He lunged for a grappling hook. Twirling the rope above his head, he let fly. By the time the hook caught the rigging of the enemy ship, Hedoc was already twirling a second.

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More hooks were thrown to the railing of the spanish galleons and the pirates boarded, Francis entered the enemy galleons deck near the wheel and killed the one at the wheel with a nasty pistol shot to the side of the spaniards head. A man with a feathered hat, undoutably the captain, jumped forth slashing with his sword forcing Francis against the railing. Francis locked the swords and hit the face of his opponent with his forehead, probably cracking the captains nose as blood began to flow out of it.

Francis side stepped the next strike and had to go back as the captain began a furious attack, suddenly the captain drew his pistol and Francis was caught off guard. It seemed as if there was a pause in everything yet suddenly the captain fell to the floor with a bullet in the back as the spaniard traitor shot him. The man helped Francis up, Francis grinned as he didn`t like traitors and suddenly struck his sword trough the man. The man`s eyes widened in sudden anger and amazement before Francis pushed him over the railing. Then Francis tipped his hat slightly before joining the rest of the battle as the pirates had secured the wheels surroundings.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cat follows the rest of the pirates over and lands in the thick of the fighting. Taking out a Spaniard on her Right with a diagonal slash of her sword, she shoves through the crowd, hacking at the enemies and killing anyone who gets in her way. Cat makes her way to the hold and slips below, heading straight for the treasure.....

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Francis quickly slidded down the railing to the lower deck and rushed into the stairs, he bumped into a spaniard coming up and their both came down the stairs together. Francis quickly stabbed the man dead and began clearing the few spaniards at the treasure all tough his eyes rested on all the gold that was there. Most of all on the chest in the middle of the cargo deck, a stone chest that was filled with gold yet the lid was closed yet not for long.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[you said this RPG is potc-like? does that mean we can have undead pirates and Davy Jones?]

Hedoc really couldn't care less about treasure, and if that simple fact made him an incompetent pirate, so be it. He stayed on the deck of The Wayfarer, his sabres whirling. He was pressed on three sides by enemy pirates. Twisting to avoid another whizzing bullet, he gutted one Spaniard and sent the corpse careening into his second opponent. He spun to face the third -

Another cannon blast rocked the ship. Hedoc pedaled backwards against the railing. The grinning Spaniard raised his cutlass.

A bullet from one of Hedoc's fellow crewmen clipped the Spaniard in the temple. The man was dead before he hit the ground.

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((the ships you're taking over... is that the ships with the gold?))

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Yea)

Francis spinned around the spaniard and stabbed the pirate in the ribs, then another came for him while his sword was still stuck inside his first opponent. Unfortunately for the first one he got another sword in his stomach from the second spaniard. Francis grinned and stirred his eyes as the blood flowed.

"Sacre Bleu!"

He shouted as he dodged a third spaniard sword and pulled his sword off, he would have laughed if it wouldn`t have been so dirt, but the spaniards was now impale by two of his comrades and Francis springed into action. He cut both of the spaniards into their throats after a while of dodging and realise that the lower decks were clear. He grinned and rushed to the deck to help the others yet soon the spaniards began surrendering one by one as they didn`t care for the fight anymore.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cat whirls around as she hears someone follow her down the steps, but when she sees it's Francis, she shrugs and hacks off a Spaniard's head. She moves towards a stack of gold bars, and a Spaniard materializes from behind them. Quick as a flash, a knife whizzes from her hand and sticks in the man's throat......

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

John stayed on deck, as a lookout.

Drake had done some fighting, but was now back abourd the pirate ship with a teribble wound to the face. A cut that went from the corner of his eye, to the corner of his mouth. The cut went straight through his cheek and went to the bone with a cut on the toung to go with it...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(I´ll jump forwards...)

Soon enough most of the surviving spaniards surrendered, some jumped into the ocean in a futile attempt to escape and the rest were imprisoned all tough eventually thrown off board. Francis decided to keep the treasure galleon at least until they would reach tortuga, it would slow their travel yet it would be far more heavier to load all the gold into the ship. Soon most of the pirates were gathered around galleons main deck and some listening from the Wayfarer, it had taken a long time and he stood on the deck.

"Okay mates, as you I am eager to share the gold yet we can`t do that until Tortuga yet if even one coin disappears from there before we are clear I will have someone go down the plank with the spaniards."

Some muttered with protests yet most of the crew nodded as they thought that patience was the best option before they would get to Tortuga. The crew had now two ship and the smaller wayfarer led the way, Francis had put a loyal mate on the wayfarer as he sat down in the captains cabin in the treasure galleon. He looked trough every paper and pillaged whatever he could as he was the captain thus having the rights to the cabin, he came upon the journal of the captain. He looked around before opening it with a smile.

"Let`s see what we have here... blaa blaa... set off from Santiago... sailed past... dangerous waters pirates... lots of gold... cursed... what the?"

Francis stopped his scattered reading and concentrated on the cursed part, looked outside as the night began to fall and continued reading. Finally he close the book and scrathed his hair, but threw the book away.

"Bah... supersticious babble..."

The spanish had supposedly found Isla de muertes and removed the stone chet of cortez from there, should anyone remove one piece from the chest they would be punished for eternity. What a load of.... All tough it did seem odd that the chest was made out of stone, Francis slapped himself and layed down to sleep. Tommorrow would be a new day with all the gold he needed.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!