"As you desire. Captain." Leopold Maximillian said and bowed slightly with one hand on his back, the other above his heart. The man then went over toward the cargo hold to make his routine check up on the equipment and guard them with his hazelnut brown eyes.
Name: Samuel Waters Native Country: American Colonies Age: 24 Class: Deckhand Appearance: Stands just over 6'5", shaggy black hair and beard Equipment: breaches and a ragged shirt, a pair of matched flintlock pistols Traits: Pistolier- a skilled shot with his pistols, does not apply to larger firearms Flaws: Lazy- Though he's always looking for a fight, he does all he can to avoid honest work History: The son of a wealthy Carolina plantation owner Samuel was bored with idle country life, he wanted to be a pirate. After a particularly nasty fight with his father, he stole his family's heirloom pistols and fled to pursue a life of adventure upon the open sea. Only 10 at the time it didn't work out well and he ended up running with a gang of orphans. Armed with his pistols and the arrogance that only those born to wealth have he ended up running the gang by the time he was twelve, and discovered a taste for violence along the way. For the next several years he created a small criminal enterprise, helping smugglers reached customers farther inland. Finally caught on a minor infraction, he was sentenced to twenty years of hard labor on a fishing ship out of Charleston bay. When a contact from his gang informed him of rumors of an Irish pirate taking on men, he knew his chance had come. Sneaking out in the dark of night, Samuel fled Charleston with only the clothes on his back and his family's pistols, retrieved by one of his men. He was abandoning everything he had spent a decade building, but he didn't care, because he finally had a chance to be a pirate.
The ship takes off, some of the other crewmen had taken care of the cables locking you to the harbor. The speed is good, and the waters is calm this nigt, so many of the crew (all the players if they want to) had gotten permission to go down and sleep while the ship then sailed on a skeleten crew. It takes an hour or two for Leopold to count the suger bags, becouse they are heavy and that their are 96 bags. After a few hours, in the dark night, they sudden here the thunder of distant cannons, and not so distant splashes. Antti can spot a french schooner a bit out of regular cannon range. Then the bells rings violently, "GET UP YAH DOGS, WE ARR UNDER ATTACK" booms Abdas voice on the deck, "GET TO YAH PLACES"
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvPloosh! Cannon? Reiner's eyes snapped open as he heard the quartermaster's words. Definitely cannon then. In his rush to get out of the hammock he fell out, bounced off the sailor in the hammock under him and scrambled to his feet. He always slept in his clothes, saved time and it's not like he had any others? After sprinting on deck he immediately went for the rigging, sails needed to be changed in a fight and if those frogs wanted to board than it would be better to be out of the way...
Jorge had been looking at what was wrong his flintlock pistol, when he heard cannons and the feel of the ship slightly rocking back and forth from the waves caused by the cannonballs just missing the ship and hitting the water. "Oy! I be tryin' to fix this!" He then holstered it, and ran out to the deck. "Who's attackin'?"
Antti was looking far away into the sea when he spotted it. A schooner's sleek form. Judging by the angle and by the experience he had, it was just out of cannon range. His eyes moved along its masts, looking for something that would identify the vessel's nationality. "French Schooner, just out of cannon reach!" He yelled and pointed his finger at it. "It's gonna be kissing our stern soon if you bastards don't wake up!" Saatanan amatöörit.. He cursed under his breath.
Sleeping below deck it took Samuel a moment to register the Captain's words. When he finally did, the tiredness quickly left him, nothing motivated Samuel like the promise of a good fight. Sprinting up to the top deck, he took cover at the gunwhale. "French eh, we'll see how those froggy fucks like the taste of lead." He said brandishing his pistols.
By now the captain had gotten up, he came out brandishing his cutlass and pistol, "Get the rest of the men up Abda," he said before running to the stern, leaning over the railing. Just as he got there, the yelling voice of a young man could be heard from the other ship, "YOU KILLED MY FATHER YU IRISH CRAPPER" the voice yelled, "I MOST SERTAINLY DID NOT YOU LITTLE RUNT, RUM DID" the captain bellowed to the other ship, "MY FATHER NEVER TOUCHED ALCHOHOL YOU STINKING LIAR", "OH YES HE DID KID, CERTAINLY YESTERDAY", then the cannon fired again, gracing the side of the ship, "ILL KILL YOU, YOU DRUNK BASTERD". during the exchange of words, Abda had gorne down to the crew quaters and flibbed the rest of the hammocks, "Get up men, their ship is faster" After the cannon ball had graced the ship, the captain had gorne to the wheel, "OKAY MEN, REEF THE TOPSELS AND ROYALS, AND PREPARE THE PORTSIDE CANNONS" he said as he then turned the ship violently.
Reiner quickly began hauling the sail up as quickly as he could to first reef. He may be a drunkard, but at least this captain knows what to do in a fight. Even though he probably did bring this fight upon himself. However his inner musings were suddenly interrupted by the ship swinging left, only a quick reflex saved him from being cast into the sea. "Bloody hell, I'm not sure if I should be more afraid of the captain's skills or their gunners!" He shouted over to the other sailor helping him furl the sail.
-Jolee Jolee was up fast and headed towards the cannons. he began loading several. "I Need A second man to help me aim." he said as he began loading a cannon ball into a cannon.
