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Isadora Temperance Barquette walked up from belowdecks, barefoot and fanning herself in the hot afternoon sun. She twirled her brown-blonde braid in her hair and leaned over the rail, gazing off into the ocean.

The captain of Isadora’s father’s ship approached her. “How are you this day, Miss Isadora?” he asked. He was a broad-shouldered man with a hard face whose voice belied his inner gentleness.

Sadie turned and smiled at him. “Very well, thank you. I am finally getting over my seasickness,” she was with a small, nervous laugh. “Father would be appalled at my weak constitution.”

“No such thing,” said the captain, a smile breaking his hard features. “He would be very proud of his beautiful young daughter, embarking on this high-seas adventure,” he laughed kindly.

Isadora smiled and blushed. “Thank you,” she said humbly. “I am rather enjoying it.”

From high up, a lookout in the crow’s nest of the two-masted ship called. “Ship of t’ port bow!” Isadora looked over the rail. Away far away in the distance, sure enough. There was a small black dot on the horizon.

“I wonder who it is,” said Isadora curiously, mostly to herself.

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Robert Smith watched as his crew worked, leaning against the railings on the upper deck infront of the wheel. Some were grumbling about swabbing the deck, others were checking the rigging, etc. He chuckled, noticing that nearly all of them most certainly had a hangover. He took care of each of them, right down to the monkey boys and in turn, they respected him. They were family... Just a lot more hassel.

"Capt'n Smith," a voice grunted from behind him. "We be aproachin' the Independence. Fog's a clearin'."

Robert turned to look at his right - or left if you like - hand man, standing behind the wheel, his weathered hands clasped firmly 'round the wood. Bill was his name - though not many dared call him by it, bar his own captain of course.

"Aye. A great, grand booty we be gettin'," Robert laughed, glancing far past the end of the ship, slightly off the starboard bow.

His eyes soon found the miniscule dot on the horizon and he grinned, knowing full well he and his crew would have no trouble taking it.

"Men!" Robert shouted and instantly the crew grew excited. "It be time we git ourselves some Doubloons!"

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The captain of the Independence turned, looking worried, and put down his spyglass. “Pirates,” he muttered, and only Isadora and a few crew members heard him.

Her eyes got wide, and immediately her heart skipped a beat, then pounded harshly to catch up. “P-pirates? Preposterous!” said Isadora, her throat dry. But the look on the captain’s face told her it was nothing but truth. After a moment of the captain’s shouting orders and of the ship drawing nearer, she felt breath coming and going quickly from her. It was a pirate, she could see the flag flying there.

“Miss Isadora, get below decks,” said the captain. “It’s the safest place when we start firing.”

Firing….Isadora’s breath caught again. She nodded and scurried into the hull, and she remained there for a few long, agonizing minutes. But she was anxious and nervous and curious, so in the end she went up to the deck again to watch the crew work, and be of help if she might. Not doing anything was the worst feeling in the world, when their doom was drawing closer.

Isadora’s heart skipped a beat again to see the ship much closer this time. She kept her eye trained on it, knowing the inevitable fate of anyone who crossed a capable pirate ship.

“All hands at the ready, load cannons!” shouted the captain.

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Robert stood at the top of the upper deck, watching as his crew prepared for battle. He could sense their excitement and how eager they were to draw their blades once again for the sake of stealing another man's gold. Robert's eyes trailed 'round the ship, making sure everything was going to plan. When he was satified, he let his eyes wonder up the main mast, past Rats - the crowman who never seemed to fall out of the nest no matter how rough the tides got - and up to the Jolly Roger. It's skull and crossbones moving like a snake as the wind rushed past it.

Today, the wind was the Raider's friend. It would carry them to the Independence within the next ten minutes, giving them the perfect angel to fire at the other ship, whilst been just out of range. Also, since the wind and working with the waves, it meant the Independence could not outrun them in time. The Independence was their's, and Smith's crew knew it.

"Capt'n?" Bill sighed, his face full of expierence and love of taking a wealthy ship.

Robert turned slightly and raised an eyebrow. He glanced back at his crew, who were waiting for their orders. He grinned as he heared the faint 'clank' of the cannons below deck and saw the ready for action on the deck.

"Right ye scury dogs!" Robert yelled, jumping onto the railing and grabbing a loose rope. "It be high time we be doin' some swashbucklin'!"

And with that, the entire crew let out a war cry and turned towards, it's prey.

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The captain tried his best to outrun the ship, but when it appeared they weren't going to, he yelled at the crew to get to battle stations. The Independence was a tobacco cargo, ship, not a battle ship, so the canons were few and small. Nonetheless, it was their only option.

"FIRE!" shouted the captain, and immediately two guns sounded. They both fell far too short of the opposing ship.

While this was going on, Isadora was huddled in a corner against the wall of the captain's cabin. She covered her ears at the sound, feeling her heart beating and a blinding terror take hold of her. Her eye trained on the pirate ship, Isadora finally stood and began pacing. The swaying and reeling of the ship nearly knocked her off of her feet a few times, but she was determined not to get below.

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Robert laughed as he watched the two cannon balls explode in the water. He could feel the waves crash against the ship, sending spray onto the deck and leaving that well known saltly taste in his mouth. He narrowed his eyes at the Independence. He could hear Bill bellowing out orders to the crew and the canons firing numerous rounds.

It wasn't long before the Raider had caught up with the cargo ship. Robert watched as well dressed sailors drew their swords and shook his head, chuckling. By the looks of some of the lads, they'd never seen a pirate before. Robert fastened his grip coiled rope in his hands and took a deep breath.

"Men! You's be takin' all the booty you be wantin'!" Robert yelled, before running off the side of the ship, along the railing and swinging over the gap and onto the Independence. "ARG!"

Behind him, his loyal crew followed. He could hear many of them laughing as they drew their swords. As soon as they had the sailors under control, they would steal the cargo. Whatever that might be...

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The crew of the Independence was in a flurry of serious activity. They drew swords and guns, frantic but determined. They weren't fighters, they were merchants. Tobacco merchants who knew little if nothing of warfare. "Crew," shouted the captain, worry wrinkling his brow. "Brave now, lads. Steady on." Despite his stout appearance, the captain's voice was shaky and unsure.

"Isadora!" shouted the captain, catching sight of her. She had time to look over, the same instant that the entire pirate crew began to board the ship. She screamed, eyes wide with fear. Now her heart was pounding in earnest, clashing with the sound of the crew as they collided with the pirates. Suddenly Isadora wished fervently that she hadn't come on this voyage, that she was still safe at home on her father's tobacco plantation, merely reading of adventure out of a book. But no. "Get below!" shouted the captain at her, as he collided with a pirate. Isadora saw blood being spilled. She wasn't sure whose it was but she needed no further prompting. She thought perhaps she could have stayed above, been able to do something...but this was too much. The young girl felt she was going to be sick, but swallowed it back by sheer will. She shook in terror as the sounds of fighting above became louder and more in earnest.

The captain meanwhile had killed a pirate. He was no fighter, but he had some basic training. He turned and met the gaze of another pirate, a man who seemed to be their leader. He lowered his brow and growled. "Filthy sea rat," he sneered, feeling fear crawling up into his throat. Though he tried not to, his hand shook as he attacked.

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Heya,

I'm going away for close to a month and I don't think I'll be anywhere near a computer.
Sorry 'bout that - but when I come back, I'll continue this RP with you.

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