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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 27, 2017 18:50:02 GMT
Where the Caribbean meets the freshwater outlets of Lake Maracaibo. This gulf has two forts, guarding the entrance to the precious waters of the lake, and a small permanent flotilla of schooners well suited to fighting in the narrows of the isthmus. Attachments:
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 27, 2017 18:50:37 GMT
Random Event roll: Nothing of consequence
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 28, 2017 19:38:17 GMT
A week or so on from setting sail, the crew of the defiance pop up to cause some shenanigans.
She was on deck, making sure that they kept to the right bearing as they sailed round for a prize.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 28, 2017 20:06:41 GMT
As they sail, the call comes the crow's nest that two ships can be seen to the southwest, right at the edge of the horizon. They are the first ships sights in four days. The crew looks to the captain for word.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 28, 2017 20:54:04 GMT
Audrey motions for someone to pass her a glass so she could use it to try to determine the class of the ships, if they looked to be war ships or cargo.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 28, 2017 20:56:50 GMT
As they approach, still a real distance away, Audrey sees smoke rising from both vessels. Based on a sail count both ships are smaller than Defiance, each only possessing two. The crew starts mumbling as the two masted ships hammer away at each other, still too far away to even hear the echo of the cannonades. "Cap'n!" Nathaniel of the Nest shouts out. "One is a twenty gunner! Can't see the other for the smoke!"
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Post by Frances Harte on Mar 28, 2017 21:43:02 GMT
Frances, who'd been leaning against the rail while eating an apple, graciously stepped forward to hand the captain her personal spyglass, previously owned by some Spaniard or other. Then, she returned her attention to the apple.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 28, 2017 22:01:32 GMT
"Gun crews to stations!" he barked, in preparation. He merely raised his hand and one of the crew tossed him a musket, which he caught with practiced hands and began reloading, all the while shifting his gaze from the ships on the horizon and the captain, curious how she would proceed.
"What flag is she flying?" was his only inquiry at the moment.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 28, 2017 22:13:11 GMT
She looked through th glass for the ships colours. She imagined one was another pirate vessel.
She was planning n hoisting the colours of the distressed national ship, rather than have to deal with both at once, take care of one, then turn on the other and throw up the black.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 28, 2017 23:19:23 GMT
After a few more minutes, she sees the nearer of the vessels has the English flag, and it seems to be getting the better of the fight. The other vessel, curiously, also has an English flag. The crewman above calls out after another minute or so. "The one nearest us is the Defense!" He yelled. The Defense, captained last anyone knew by Nathanael Cutler, was a British privateer known for its work against the Dutch. "The other...hell, cap'n, still cant see it."
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 29, 2017 1:03:23 GMT
"British ships in Spanish waters, neither likely to have much in the way of valuable cargo," Luiz remarked, English ships his prey of choice during his pirating career and privateering career before that. "Though a dead privateer has value in itself."
"Rake the pair of them with a broadside across the stern while they're distracted.. We can make sense of it once they're both dead in the water," the quartermaster suggested,
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 30, 2017 18:21:09 GMT
Audrey looked at the ships and the smoke and was confused, why were two British ships battling. She did not want to get embroiled into some bigger dispute, but also wanted to be seen as being proactive.
"Bring us around, we want to fire down their lengths, not across, Hoist an English Merchant Flag, we aim for the 20 gunner first, " she mentioned to the quarter master, and went to the helm to manage, to make sure the angles were just right.
Ship Tactics : 70
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 30, 2017 18:42:39 GMT
"You heard her!" Luiz barked to his gun crews. "Load the round shot and give her a full broadside on my word. I want her dead in the water on the first salvo! Let's get paid boys!"
(Naval Cannons 80)
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 30, 2017 20:15:59 GMT
Tactics: 108 Cannon average: 175
A merchantmen passing within willing cannon range of dueling vessels is bound to draw attention, but neither ship can do much about it without exposing a flank. Captain Rose's course sets her at a perpendicular line to the other two, making the Defiance pass to each ships' stern, and when its guns open fire the effect is devastating. The Defense is nearly blown out of the water, as a random hit catches a powder barrel being carried to the guns, and the blast is ferocious. The other vessel is called the Aeschylus, and it makes an effort to limp away.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 30, 2017 20:50:28 GMT
Happy that the Defense was done with, Audrey didn't want this to end in nothing, whilst monitoring the ship she gave the order to give chase "Chain and grape, if you please" she said, ordering the type of cannon fire she wanted right now, in order to disable the mast and kill the ground crew.
Ship Tactics 70
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