Firis
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A pirates life (Part uno)
The ship swayed back and forth with the ocean,the soothing screams of of saltwater slashing at the ship's hull.
A pirates life is a tad rough, sinking ships, drinking rum, scoring wenches... It's like hell on Earth, love for the ocean takes a toll on a man though, the land seems boring and the tingle of sand under your feet feels disgusting.
Yet life at sea is harsh and kills many sailors, but with a good bottle of rum and a cannon ball everything can be great.
James took a sip from his bottle and loaded the metallic sphere he was holding into a tunnel of gunpowder and rifling, with a flick of a match and the maneuver of the barrel he launched another cannonball into the Spanish vessel that was firing upon them, a cannonball roared past his head and knocked off some poor sailor.
They had a nice few holes in their ship but the enemy vessel was worse, already mostly sank and of little to no use, a shame, the goal was for them to surrender as to give us a few more barrels of ale and some dubloons.
The captain was barking swears at the lack of loot and telling half compliments to the crew, "Aight ye lot, you did as best ye could but damn them for not giving up, we will need to make port and repair. Next time try to pick a fish trawler or something, I would execute the sod who picked a bloody warship but he already got blown off."
We headed to the nearest port, a little island where we could cover the wholes and dump out the water.
The ship swayed back and forth with the ocean,the soothing screams of of saltwater slashing at the ship's hull.
A pirates life is a tad rough, sinking ships, drinking rum, scoring wenches... It's like hell on Earth, love for the ocean takes a toll on a man though, the land seems boring and the tingle of sand under your feet feels disgusting.
Yet life at sea is harsh and kills many sailors, but with a good bottle of rum and a cannon ball everything can be great.
James took a sip from his bottle and loaded the metallic sphere he was holding into a tunnel of gunpowder and rifling, with a flick of a match and the maneuver of the barrel he launched another cannonball into the Spanish vessel that was firing upon them, a cannonball roared past his head and knocked off some poor sailor.
They had a nice few holes in their ship but the enemy vessel was worse, already mostly sank and of little to no use, a shame, the goal was for them to surrender as to give us a few more barrels of ale and some dubloons.
The captain was barking swears at the lack of loot and telling half compliments to the crew, "Aight ye lot, you did as best ye could but damn them for not giving up, we will need to make port and repair. Next time try to pick a fish trawler or something, I would execute the sod who picked a bloody warship but he already got blown off."
We headed to the nearest port, a little island where we could cover the wholes and dump out the water.