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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 4, 2017 6:15:36 GMT
The corsair of Captain Jose Rodriguez Navarra which, like many others, prowls the waters of the Caribbean.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 4, 2017 6:18:16 GMT
Jose de Navarra stood next to his pilot who was at the wheel as they moved east along the coast of Honduras looking for easy prey that was unlikely to put up too much resistance. Ideally a rich Portuguese or Spanish merchantman.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 4, 2017 16:56:02 GMT
Searching Roll: 13
After four days of fruitless searching, the spotter calls down to the captain. "Sail!" he said loudly. "Two decker, Spanish flag!" The crew all gets the nervous energy of a horse before a race with a potential prize in sight. "Heading east-northeast!" BAsed on their current position, that made it likely Cuba or farther was its intended destination.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 5, 2017 8:40:14 GMT
Jose nodded before remarking to Hector Lynch the pilot at the wheel. "Set a course east-north east."
He turned to his quartermaster.
"Send a man aloft to observe her defences. Let the mainsail out and I want the guns loaded with chain-shot. We stay out of her range until we determine whether she's boardable. I want all hands on deck and the men prepared for boarding."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 6, 2017 18:51:10 GMT
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"Cap'n!" the man replied after a few minutes. "Twenty guns at the most," he said, "nothing heavy for true. She's low in the water so she is hauling something worth having!" The crewmen excitedly begin assuming battle stations. The ship seems to have sighted them and is moving away at its top speed.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 6, 2017 22:42:32 GMT
"Get along broadside when we catch her, Hector." ordered Navarra. He moved down to the main deck to directly supervise the preparations and to give orders when needed, especially in the positioning and firing of the guns.
"Haul up the black flag. We'll give them a chance to surrender."
80: Naval Artillery, (Every third round in a battle, ship attacks twice), Navigation 50: Tactics 30: Sailing
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 7, 2017 1:36:16 GMT
The Chase, round 1
Conquistador: 68 The Ciudad Barcelona: 59
The chase begins as the ship moves away, the wind more in the Conquistador's favor at the start. Miles are gained as the day passes, and by the third hour they are within 2 miles of the vessel. As the stations are manned, the boarding party readies their weapons. No other sails are yet present, and Captain Navarra sees the ship isn't fully decked out with cannon. His broadside will be decisive if it comes to a fight.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 7, 2017 8:28:41 GMT
Navarra waited expectantly on the deck with his men, issuing the occasional instruction to his gunners. Whilst, from what he could see, he was confident of success, he was still wary of the appearance of other sails. He made sure his lookouts were doing more than just concentrating on the ship they were pursuing and they were keeping lookout for other ships in the vicinity.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 10, 2017 12:07:41 GMT
Round 2:
Conquistador: 103 Barcelona: 89
The conquistador closes in slowly to its quarry, and the engineer shouts out that it is writhing range of the bow cannons, if the captain wishes to take his shot now. -10 penalty but a hit would slow the vessel.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 10, 2017 22:00:55 GMT
Jose nodded and signalled the gunners at the bow to fire their guns.
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 11, 2017 11:26:05 GMT
Round 1:
Conquistador: 137/145 Barcelona: 123
The first shots hit the stern of the Barcelona, smashing into the superstructure and denting the rudder. The Spanish pirates cheer raucously at the damage caused as their battle colors are raised, and with the ship slowed they are free to catch up
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 11, 2017 11:34:27 GMT
Round 2:
Conquistador: 101, 82, 177, 117, 133 Barcelona: 141, 81, 77, 65, 101
The Barcelona fires its volley, and Navarro feels the pressure of a ball whizzing past his head. Another slams into the top deck, smashing through the galley and probably improving the taste of the food. His return fire is far more effective, blasting holes in the gunnery row of the smaller vessel and disabling a cannon, killing three of the crewmen. After a few more shots the small ship strikes its colors.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 11, 2017 21:49:46 GMT
Jose gave the order to move alongside the surrendered ship, keeping his gunners alert and his guns loaded in case of treachery.
"Prepare to board." he ordered. "Find the captain and bring him to me."
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Post by The Drunk Bard on Apr 12, 2017 0:00:59 GMT
After the boarding is conducted, a small Spanish man is dragged before Jose. He has a wound across his face from shrapnel; could be why he surrendered. "I am Captain Feliz Aguirre Rodriguez de la Santos," he said. "Who are you, sir?" His eyes are wrapped up and Navarre sees the blood seeping through the bandages.
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Post by Jose Rodriguez de Navarra on Apr 12, 2017 4:38:41 GMT
"I am Captain Jose Rodriguez de Navarra of the Conquistador" replied Jose openly.
"You are hurt Senor. I shall have my surgeon take a look at your wounds. But before then I would like to know what your vessel is carrying."
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