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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 30, 2017 20:54:05 GMT
Tactics: 151
The crippled ship loses its two small masts and the grapeshot scatters thousands of pieces of shrapnel across the deck, and they hear the cries of dead and dying men as the stricken vessel strikes its colors. The Defense is afloat but a useless hulk, while Aeschylus may be salvageable if it can be sailed slowly to Freeport.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 30, 2017 20:59:50 GMT
Luiz relayed the orders to the gun crews. "Cut her sails to ribbons!" he ordered, between volleys, swapping the chain shot for grape cannisters when they were close enough to board.
"Boarding parties to the railings!" he added, as the Defiance closed the gap on its fleeing quarry, resting his musket on the railing and taking aim, seeking to down whoever was at the wheel when he came into range. "Gold piece says I get more than you this time Harte!"
Musket 80 (Sniper) Gunnery 80
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 30, 2017 21:02:52 GMT
Audrey looked to Frances
"Prepare your loading party, Ms. Harte to take the Aeschylus" she instructed, looking at the perhaps salvagable ship, "Put the wounded out of their misery, any who will live we will take prisoner."
she looked to Luiz, "we shall check over the defence, there may be things of interest on there."
She addressed both of her seconds, "I do not wish to linger, once we're finished with it, the Aeschylus will be destroyed."
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 30, 2017 21:08:31 GMT
Luiz almost looked forlorn at the anticlimactic surrender. Back in his privateering days the Brits had at least attempted to put up a fight before striking their colors. Easy money at least.
"Putting down the wounded don't count Harte," he remarked, holstering his musket without needing to fire a shot, drawing sword and pistol instead for the boarding of the Defense. "Though I'm sure you could use the handicap."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 30, 2017 21:09:43 GMT
The boarding party faces no resistance; anyone who survived the first fight had been massacred by the cannonade and the few who had escaped unharmed have put their weapons down. Of the sixty men on the boat, forty are dead or seriously wounded. A man in a llieutenant's uniform with stains of blood on it waves a white flag. "Mercy!" He called out. "The Aeschylus is yours!"
Frances and Luis can see no sign of a trap or trickery, and it is doubtful that its guns would fire even if they had crew to man them.
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Post by Frances Harte on Mar 30, 2017 21:18:05 GMT
Frances snorted in Luiz' general direction and sheathed her dagger, though kept her sabre at hand in case she needed to put someone out of their misery. "Are you as premature in all your endeavours, Carvalho?" she inquired, rounding up the wounded that were closer to life than death.
[30 Observation or 60 Medical. Or... both]
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 30, 2017 21:23:32 GMT
Audrey went over onto the Aeschylus to speak to the lieutenant.
"Good day" she said courteously, "I'd be honoured if you'd join me for a discussion on board our ship, are you injured?"
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 30, 2017 21:26:10 GMT
"Hardly, meu bem," Luiz called back, showing far less restraint and simply finishing every Englishman that was on his back. If they could could not stand, that was injured enough for him. "Better a man who fights too long than one who hoists the white flag too early. Or are you only accustomed with the latter?"
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 30, 2017 21:29:26 GMT
33 Observation: 94 medical
Frances slips on the slick blood, and falls right on her rear, but no one important chuckles. She puts four men out of their misery but can save a half dozen or so more if so inclined. They are poorly armed for British sailors, and she notices their muskets are low or completely empty on shot and powder.
Luiz notices as he begins his search that the ship's hold is half empty or more on food and water.
The officer nods to Audrey. "I am," he said, " but please see to my men. I can walk just fine," his teeth clenched a bit but he seemed serious. "So you're Captain Rose, I...presume?"
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 30, 2017 21:31:40 GMT
Luiz definitely chuckles. "Still haven't found your sea legs yet Harte?"
"Hull is full of food and water, captain," he said, before adding dryly. "At last, we can retire from this life of crime."
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 30, 2017 21:35:07 GMT
Audrey's jaw clenched at Luiz's awful attitude and timing, "Have it transferred onto the Defiance"
She returned her focus onto the "A pleasure to meet you. And what may I know you by?" she asked, wanting to establish names first, as it should be done.
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Post by Luiz Carvalho da Silva on Mar 30, 2017 21:42:50 GMT
"Yes, captain, I'll begin splitting up the plunder," he replied, assigning men to the task as he walked away to see to the duty, pretending to do the math in his head as he muttered, "Let's see, nothing divided by nothing, carry the nothing..."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Mar 30, 2017 21:49:34 GMT
Audrey's jaw clenched at Luiz's awful attitude and timing, "Have it transferred onto the Defiance" She returned her focus onto the "A pleasure to meet you. And what may I know you by?" she asked, wanting to establish names first, as it should be done. "Lieutenant Adam Lowry," he said. "Of...Poole," he coughed and a spot of red came out. "If we may take a seat, I'd be obliged." He collapses against the railing and holds himself up. "Maybe a sip of water?"
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Post by Frances Harte on Mar 30, 2017 21:50:15 GMT
Frances looked to the captain once she was done rounding up the survivors, waiting for an order.
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Post by Audrey Rose on Mar 30, 2017 21:53:18 GMT
"You do not seem well" Audrey said, kneeling down in front of him, "Are you going to make it?" She knew Frances was waiting, "What would you do to my crew, were our situations reversed?"
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