Cat leans against the wall,her arms crossed, one of her favorite positions in which to stand. It lets her view the room from an objective angle. She smirks and glances at Francis. "I just don't trust Frenchmen......

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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~

"How do you mean, an unpleasant atmosphere?" Lyra asked, slightly puzzled, everyone seemed ok to her.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

John kept quiet, and kept his gaze at the map infront of him. He used his fingers to calculate the distances, and wrote it down on his piece of paper. After awhile of the chatter from the captain and crew, he sighed, and put his head down, banging his forehead of the table.

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Drake stood at the very front of the ship. Since he had finnished his duties, he watched the water, aqua eyes dancing with delight of finally being out on the water. The ship splashed at a wave, and a salty spray came down on Drakem making his scragly brown hair have drops of water that shone in the sunlight...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Francis looked at the navigator quietly before looking at the rest of them and waved his hand towards the door.

"Get out as our navigator here doesn`t appriciate our babble..."

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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!

Lyra was out first, the sea was quite calm and they were making sound progress. She climed out the rigging slighly and looked out in to the sea, wide, out and totally free.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Drake watched the water. He really just wanted to grow gills and jump in, never needing to return to land. But being on this ship was the closest he was ever going to get. Sighing, he went to make sure the ropes he tied for the masts were secure...

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

Hedoc bit back his, Then why the hell did you invite us in here? and moved for the door.

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Lyra darted around, checking ammo, tying ropes, organising barrels. She climbed lightly on to the top of the cabin and sat for a while, waiting to be ordered about by some common fool.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Hedoc leaned against the railing and breathed deep the salty sea air. Suddenly he froze, his hand instinctively going for his sabres. Thinking better of it, he turned and strode back unannounced into the captain's cabin.

"Sails on the horizon, bound east," he reported, deadpan.

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Francis jumped up and literally jumped over his table from the chair he was sitting in, he quickly ran to the reeling next to the wheel and tookout his spyglass. He turned it towards the sails and waited for a while, but smirked yet it also seemed like a grin as two other sails appeared.

"That`s it all tough funny that it was this soon... someone look to the chest next to my cabin door and draw out a spanish flag from there!"

Two crewmembers quickly rushed to it and brought up an old, ragged spanish flag, then pulled it up. Francis looked at the crew quickly and snapped closed the spyglass.

"Ready the guns and prepare yourselves yet do try to take positions that we wold seem like innocent merchants or something, not ready to ambush them. We first go for the smaller escort, which I doubt will prove of any hardship and the treasure galleon will be the last. Leave the war galleon to me..."

He said with a smile and hetched a small mirror, the Wayfarer as Francis had named it turned to the right to pass the ships from the right that were moving in a wedge like formation. The treasure galleon came last in the middle and the escorts on the sides first, the pirates would be passing by the smaller escort that was a two masted ship. Francis ran into the head of his ship and used mirror to flash light towards the war galleon`s head, there was a man on the galleons head and did the same. Francis smirked as the figure disappeared and he looked at his cutthroats as they prepared for a surprise attack on the smaller escort.

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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!

[what's the name of their ship?]

Hedoc ran to man the ballista. He angled it toward the smaller escort and awaited the captain's order to fire.

That was when a jolt took him off his feet. Shaking hair from his eyes, he leaped back up to see that the other escort had snuck up on their ship's other side and rammed it full. Being a small vessel, it hardly did any damage. But if the first escort managed to get on the pirate ship's other side, wedging it in between them, the war galleon would have a clear shot.

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(Wayfarer and btw... ballista? Nope, this is the carribean mate they are cannnons and hey the spanish think that the pirates are on their side so our ship was going to slowly get onto the side of it then make a surprise firing with it`s cannons... sorry, if I was unclear inmy last post)

Suddenly the war galleon crew began shouting and one crew member jumped out of the ship before a series of explosions, the ship tore up from the middle leaving most of the crew dead or in the water hurt as the galleon began slowly to sink. Francis smirked widely as the remainign escort had been surprised by the pirates cannon fire and Francis looked at his men.

"Get the hooks! We are goin aboard!"

He shouted after he had chosen few men along with him to do the same as what had happened to the galleon by a traitor whom was now climbing the pirate ship to join Francis`s crew. Meanwhile the galleon tried to head for safety or to the other side of the pirates as the escort was tied up.

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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!

[ah sorry, I screwed. ballista... heh been reading too much Forgotten Realms ]

Hedoc worked with a few other crewmembers to get the grappling hooks onto the enemy ship. A series of thuds succeeded as the hooks latched onto the enemy rail.

The next wave of enemy pirates, the more pragmatic ones swarming over to join the Wayfarer's crew, the plain reckless ones still refusing to give up, found Hedoc with both sabres out.

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Francis swinged himself over to the other ship and kicked a spanish sailor in the chin as he stood on the railing, from there he jumped few feet further to get as close as the stairs as possible. He drew his pistol and sword, he blocked a strike of a spanish sailor and quickly knocked him out with the back of his pistol. He took few more steps being followed by the few pirates, soon another spanish stood in his way and Francis sighed.

He quickly attacked the sailor with a slash of his sword then kicked the man painfully in the groin and pushed him down the stairs, the man rolled down yet landed in a nasty way as his neck let out a crack. Francis quickly descended and headed for the gunpowder barrels as his men held off 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!

Hedoc threw himself into the fight. The feelings that coursed through him - pain, rage, frustration - imbued his entire frame. Unable to sort out the turmoil inside him, half-fighting for the pleasure of killing, half-hoping some enemy bullet would find his heart first, Hedoc measured the distance from the Wayfarer to the rapidly sinking war galleon. In a reckless movement, he sheathed both sabres and leaped.

His pistol came out fast in midleap, and he blasted away a Spaniard's face. An enemy bullet whizzed perilously close as the war galleon's deck rose up to meet him. Two Spanish cutlasses bit his sides as he landed. Snarling his fury even as he embraced the pain, Hedoc rammed the butt of his pistol into one's forhead and slammed his knee in the other's groin.

Recovering from the initial attack, he spared a split second to look for his captain.

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As an anwer to Hedocs ponderings there was a mad laughter of a frenchman whom ran up the stairs from the cargo bay with few other pirates carrying supplies, he then barricated the entrance to the cargo bay with anything he could with his crew members. He then spinned around and whistled getting almost everyone`s attention, he then pointed towards The Wayfarer and ran to the ropes. He quickly made his way into his own ship and stood on the railing awaiting for his men to get back, he quickly grabbed his pistol and shot a spaniard in the chest whom attempted to get into the cargo bay.

"Come on lads before it blasts!"

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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!