"I don't see any men around here so I will talk only to you ladies!" Samir said as he walked pouring a glasses of rum for all the crew as he always did before attacking an important ship. He wanted the crew to be mentaly prepared so he called everyone to the deck and once everyone had rum Samir rised his scimitar "This night we shall get some fun with those Spanish fools!" He then drank the rum in a blink "Everyone to your positions!"

"AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!" Milo called climbing the riggings up to the crow's nest where his rifle was. "Set and ready Captain!" Milo shouted down from the nest. From up here he could see everything, his sword and daggers may not be used often, but old Saritta sure was used often. The Poor Pirate and yet I have an exotic sword and a damn accurate rifle, oh well Milo thought to himself chuckling at the thought

Fahid never approved with all the drinking the crew done as he was putting his life in their hands as much as theirs was in his and Fahid knew very well that a drunk should never be entrusted with anything. He never mentioned it though as he knew that somebody would probably throw him overboard in his sleep if he tried to change anything. He lifted the old wooden mug to his mouth and felt the coarse, a little salty, mead fill his veins.

As the captain ordered everyone to their positions Fahid said "No one try to die this time" and began to make his way to his little medical room

"No one try to die this time?" Milo called with his smart ass tone, "Isn't dying the fun part of this job Fahid?"

"For me perhaps, yes, watching the body die and see all its side affects as it happens is interesting. Im just saying as its in your best interests not to do so" Fahid retorted

"Just saying Doc, you're a little crazy. I can't tell if thats a good thing or not yet," Milo responded laughing, "For all I know you'll make me some man's dog when I die, that'd be an adventure in itself"

"What we mortals see as Insanity is in truth the reveal ment of reality given to a select few by Al-" Fahid stopped himself "God. It is the duty of the men of science, much like myself, to harness this gift so we can descend to the heavens. And If turning you into a dog will help me advance my research then so be it"

Walked in and right up to the captain. "Ahoy captain, I just got a letter delivered to the ship. Ghastly fellow but he said the writer new ye, from long ago. I can't make out the mark but it looks like there is suffer in the ink and we'll he said it was a friendly letter. But that is up to ye captain." He looked at the rest of the crew and smiled his shark teeth were scary in their own making

The night was foggy and was difficult to even see our own hands, the perfect chance to attack a merchant ship Samir knew it was passing by according to his pirates friends
Without saying a word Samir saved the letter under his clothes before violently making the ship turn left crashing against the side of a spanish merchant ship, then turned right ripping a huge piece of wood from the spanish ship off.
"OPEN FIRE!" Samir gave the order and soon all the cannons from the left side shot causing havok among the spaniards.
Samir did not hasistate and jumped to the other ship and shot one of his guns to a guard with a rifle.

Swung in from the sails and pulled out his razor sword and grabbed a guard. "Ahoy lad" he smiled and showed his razor sharp teeth and pushed the guard and slashed open his chest. And looked at the rifleman aiming at Samir and he threw his sword at the rifleman and impaled him to the mast

Ywain woke with a start. "What? where? Open fire what?" He had been awoken with the sound of a cannon fire. "Oh bloody 'ell! The Cap'n'll kill me!" He ran up the stairs sharpening his dirks. "Fahid, Milo! Do ye Where the Cap'n? I musta drunk to much rum and oversleeped! Should I go and fight over thar?" He didn't wait for a response and hurled himself onto the other ship and charged at the spaniards stabbing one in the arm.

"That would be-" Fahid began to say to one of the crew who seemed to be slightly intoxicated but was unable to finish as the man speed off without waiting for a response. Fahid kept his head low and weaved through the crew bustling about the ship and made his way down to his room.

Samir smiled at Nathan and then kicked one of the spaniards "down there", then quickly pulled out his other gun and aimed at the captain, the captain eyes widened "Curse you...sea bat..." were his last words before Samir made a hole between the captains's eyes with a smirk then continued blocking,parrying and slashing spanish sailors with his scimitar "Try not to kill them! We can sell them as slaves!"

Nathan walked over to the impaled guard and removed his sword jut in time to block and he kicked the guard in the knee and kneed him in the chin knocking him out. "Ayr Captain"

-Pre-captain kill-
Milo pulled his trusty rifle and took a shot missing just by hairs on his target but goes wide and pegs one of the men fighting on deck.

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-After Captain Kill-
Milo was in the midst of reloading when the order not to kill was given. Damn no good now, well time to get over there he thought as he moved across the sails over to the prize ship. Climbing up to the crow's nest of the prize Milo stabbed the crewman in the shoulder incapacitating him, or so Milo thought as the prick pulled out a pistol and tried to shoot Milo managing to skim his forearm with the shot. "Thanks you bastard, now I'll have to see doc," Milo said before grabbing and tossing the man off the nest, "See you in hell mate!!"

he then grabbed a guard and used him as a human shield to keep from getting shot and looked at his shooters, "Big mistake mates" he then drew his sword and gave a bloodthirsty battle cry and charged the shooters and disarmed each of them "now get on your marrow bones and pray" he waited with his sword drawn and when they dropped to their knees he proceeded to knock each one out with his boots by side kicking them and then he looked at Milo "Milo, tie them up, captains orders" he pointed at the three Knocked out guards, he walked up to Samir, "another good plunder Captain, but, i do wonder, who are ye planning on selling the slaves too?"

the HMS Dreadnought flew through the ocean waves, he saw the Spanish ship under heavy fire, he stood up and looked over his men "Tonight we die in hell!" he let out a laugh "right men, lets broadside these Spaniards and maybe if we are lucky maybe some men for the noose" the men diddnt say a thing. he pulled the wheel and it came beside the pirate ship, the men ran to their respective posts and the 36 gun friget let out a large shot.

Razorteeth saw the ship coming and dove into the water before the ship prepared to board, he began climbing the port side and grabbed one of the men from the side and slit his throat "one down" he whispered "the rest of the ship to go" he climbed over and drew his saw blade and lifted the port side cannon window and climbed in and when the cannons fired it was too easy perfect cover he walked up behind a guard and covered his mouth and broke his neck and then he killed three more like a ghost on the Dreadnought he grabbed a dagger on the ground and sheethed it and then grabbed on of the dead guards swords and began to hack and slash the rest of the crew below deck

Ywain kept on fighting. He roared a battle cry and ran towards a crowd of spainards sheilding himself with his baldes. As the men charges at him he would push them away with the interlocking blades. six got angled up in a rope whilst one was pinned to the floor. Ywain put his foot on the sailors shoulder. "Night night mate. I'll see you in Davy Jones locker!" And stabbed him in the chest. He mocked the captors until a gunshot was heard and ran towards it. "Cap'n??" He shouted after seeing the dead captin he sighed. "Cap'n There are six crewmen tied up on the brig sir! Should we kill E'm? No? OK!" He sheathed one of his Dirks and held the other one up to the light. There was ruby drops of blood on the pure steel. "Bueatiful." He whispered. After hurling himself onto the Nightmare he dragged the captors to Samir "Here they are Cap'n!"

Bartholomew Thorne stood leaning against the main mast of the Nightmare as the captain gave his speech on what the plan was. Thornedidn't take part in the drinking before they were to go into battle as he wanted to have all his wits about him when the time came. As he headed below deck to grab his bandolier of pistols he ran into the group of six men he was given charge of.
"So what's the plan Thorne?" one asked as they all parted letting Thorne grab his gear.
"same as always Higgins." he replied throwing the belt strap over his shoulder and turning to face them as he fastened it. "Kill, plunder, torture... repeat." his tone became more and more grim with every word. The six sailors about him gave toothy smiles and exchanged looks of sick amusement at Thorne's words. "We are on schedule to intercept a Spanish merchant ship tonight so be ready." With that Thorne past through the men once more and back on to the top deck.

Thorne milled about on deck doing his odd jobs as the sun set. The sky was alive with colors like that of a fire, and the moments that followed the setting sun everything got very dark very quick. Thorne and his small boarding party stood ready, waiting for their prey and the captains order. A thick fog rolled in as the Nightmare closed in on its target. Thorne stood ready listening to the ship as it plowed through the water then slowly and quietly drew his sword, the engraving of it's name glinting in the pale filtering moon light, as he heard the familiar sound of a second ship.

Thorne and his readied quickly making to board, and as the ship made a sharp turn they ran for the rail reaching it as the two ships made contact. With a leap Throne and his men began their attack as their enemies were recovering from the ramming.

Thorne came down on the deck of the Merchant Ship as the guards were still regaining themselves. Quickly closing the distance to the first sailor who lie trying to find his footing again. "squirming will do no good!" he yelled over the firing of cannons, thrusting his sword through the young sailor's chest. Thorne and his men continued to cut through any and all men in their path making their way below decks making sure to hinder their ability to fire. Thorne heard the oder to begin taking prisoners and smirked. Standing where all could see him in the gun deck he put his sword away and produced two of his five pistols. Shooting the Spanish commanding officer. Everyone became very quiet and scared at the use of a gun this close to the powder magazine. "listen up you worthless bunch. You can give up and have a mostly painless travel or you can continue to fight and have an agonizing last hours of life. You choose now!" there was a moment of silence as Thone's men herded the last into the group. "you chose-" Thorne cut short as he spotted a man aiming a pistol from behind a friend, and with lighting reflexes he pointed pistol and shot the would be attacker through his friend. Everyone parted to see the two now laying on the floor. "bind one of their legs to another and cast them out a cannon port!" he yelled. At that one two of his six followed the order. "the rest of you to the top deck, and remember what happens to heros." he said following the group of 20 men topside with the rest.

Finishing up with his group of prisoners Thorne and his group stood aside waiting for further instructions to kill or transfer whom they had captured.