Golden Age of Pyracy: Anthem of the Atlantic

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IC: "Move, Hammy," Sierra said to the captain. He knew for a fact that people wanted to laugh at the use of the captain's nickname but nobody dared to let out the slightest chuckle because if they did the enemy would be the least of their concerns. Sierra climbed above the captain so he was the first one that would be able to access the deck. "When I tell you to all of you fire your pistols and don't stop firing until I'm on the deck." He waited for a brief moment as sweat trickled off of his face. He had done many boardings before and was forced to fight many times but the suspense and fear of capture and death never eased.

"Now," Sierra yelled and suddenly all of the soldiers shot their pistols into the air. Sierra took the opportunity to climb the final step onto the deck of the ship and saw many sailors and soldiers covering behind boxes. Sierra didn't think twice before jumping behind a box himself and swiftly running around a part of the ship. Before he cleared too much distance he made sure to yell, "At least twenty soldiers, all armed!" He heard footsteps behind him and turned a corner around a cabin before swiftly turning around. In a moments notice one of his swords was unsheathed and was driven into the throat of the person following him. A second soldier appeared and Sierra used the body of the first as a shield as he grabbed the pistol from the dead soldier to shoot the second, all the while deflecting bullets with the dead corpse that was attached to his sword.

"Sorry guys," Sierra said to himself as he pulled the sword out of the torso and heard it slump with a sickening thud. He was already out of the area though, and had turned several more corners before appearing behind a crew member, cowering behind a metal box of some sort. Sierra sighed and saw that the man was unarmed and used the hilt of his drawn blade to pound the man's skull, rendering him unconscious. He suddenly heard more gunshots and knew that the rest of his crew were on board and fighting. He drew out his other blade and continue to lurk in the shadows, picking off the enemies one by one.

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Captain Hamilton hauled himself over onto the right after Sierra. He wasted no time in pulling out a pistol and shooting an armed sailor at point blank in the face. The man, dressed in mercenary garb, fell flat onto his face. Discarding the smoking weapon, Hamilton quickly scrutinized the deck and agreed with Sierra's estimate of twenty armed men on deck. Concluding the nature of the vessel was not what it originally seemed to be, Hamilton yelled out to his crew. "Don't hold back, men! This is no merchantman. Privateers under the flag of England, the lot of them!" Hamilton heard footsteps behind and spun around with his smallsword unsheathed, but he was beaten to the chase by a bullet to the back of the enemy soldier's head. He glanced in the direction of the Revenge and saw the gunfire of sharpshooters up in its masts, providing covering fire.

A second sailor armed with a cutlass stood up to strike him, but Hamilton swiftly disarmed him with a clean spin and parry, and ran his sword through him. Just a few feet away, the remainder of the enemy was finished off by several pistols shots by other members of his crew. The deck was theirs, but the enemy captain was still at large. Hamilton reckoned that he was either in the captain's cabin or the galley, barricaded with a least a half dozen more soldiers.

"Everybody, to me! Find the captain, have him surrender, or kill him. Sierra and Johnston, with me; we're going below."