A song of the Fish in the Sea [Open]

[Hugo]

Hugo's eyes narrowed as the shirtless man with brown hair muttered something to him. He was too far away to hear what he was saying, but he knew that he had said something. The roar of the waves and wind masked his words. Hugo assumed it was an insult. He had watched the shirtless one's movements. A martial artist of lethal skill and a seasoned veteran on the sea. Hugo had his work cut out for him. But he managed to do what he wanted. He got the man's attention. The other pirates were busy dealing with their own jobs. Some were hauling stuff back to the pirate ship. Things like weapons and supplies. Another was shouting that in the cargo hold their was another guard. Damn. This ship was well prepared. Or perhaps our timing was just bad. These sort of things happen out at sea. Every now and then pirates run into the one merchant ship in a sea of ships that actually had competent guards.

Another hand signal to the captain of the pirate ship. He was making an calculated decision. This ship is not worth the trouble. Cut the losses. If the signal was received the Captain would begin ordering his men to spread oil and begin torching the ship. Hugo didn't have time to double check that. As the shirtless one approached him with a smirk on his face. He was out for Hugo's blood. The warrior quickly looked around and noticed something interesting. The wind was blowing in his favor.

He tried to make himself look helpless to look frightened. His intention was to lure the shirtless one into a false sense of security. He loaded an arrow and pointed it at the shirtless man. Still trying to play up the drama. He took careful aim and launched it, deliberately missing the shirtless man. The arrow sailed past him towards the mast. Hugo fired off two more quick "panicked" shots just in case. Again, missing on purpose. The arrows found their mark behind the shirtless one. They severed the rope which sent the wooden end of the sail holder to come careening over to the shirtless man. Hopefully knocking him over and off the ship. If anything it served as a distraction to the shirtless one for Hugo to move among the chaos.
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OOC- I do not know ship terms.

[Orcleous]

Smart, thought Orcleous as the martial artist ducked under his blade. If he had tried to go left or right Orcleous would have simply changed his attack and slashed him. Instead he went under removing the blade from the equation all together. The smartest thing to do would be to rush forward and try to hit Orcleous with a low blow, but instead the martial artist attempted to move around Orcleous and get behind him. It was probably for he better in the end truthfully. Orcleous may not have been wearing full plate armor, but he was still protected by thick leather padding and chainmail. Any strike he could have gotten in would have been dampened or out right stopped by his protection. From behind however that was a different story. There were far more weak points toward the back than the front. However Orcleous was not a sitting target.

As the martial artist moved to attack from the back Orcleous simply twisted his body. Instead of getting a clean shot to the back of Orcleous' head the fighter was meet head on with a shield bash. Using the moment of his turn and the full power of his arm Orcleous smashed his shield at the man. However the sea had its own plans. As Orcleous attacked moved to knock the man off his feet a wave came in and smashed against the boat. The force caused Orcleous counter attack to go off track a bit, but it did not cancel it out.

"Hey defend the passenger", shouted another guard as one of the ships guards moved to engage Orcleous. That was the flaw in being a glory hog. As Orcleous did battle with one opponent another would quickly join in and try to take advantage of the situation. Unable to use his shield at the moment Orcleous was forced to block the incoming attack with his sword. The metal let out a loud ping noise as axe and blade meet in mid air. Orcleous could already see the crack developing in his sword, but he did not have the moment to adjust. Rather than risk the tip of his blade Ocleous blocked the man's blow with the base of the sword, closer toward the hilt. He then rolled his risk and pulled the sword over the man's defensive stance and slashed him across the chest.

"Filthy sea rat", spoke Orcleous as he watched the man fall. His first opponent had moved out of his sight for a moment as he handled the one with an actual weapon. For a split second Orcleous had lost track of his opponent and was forced to find him.

[Jabal]

Jabal aggressively charged down the swordsman, forcing his sizable bulk across the wet wooden ship deck deceptively quickly. The pirate had already felt the force of one of Jabal’s blows. He knew he could not withstand such an impact, but he also knew he didn’t have enough time to get safely out of his assailant’s reach. So like the good swordsman he was, he stood his ground, his sword tight in his hands, waiting for the perfect moment. And just when the massive man thrust out his oak-like arm, the pirate saw his chance. In one fluid motion he slipped out from under the attack and cut at Jabal’s ribcage. The result was the loud yet harmless slap of hand against wooden mast, followed by an enraged growl of pain. The attack hadn’t stopped the giant man’s bullrush, but it had left him with another bleeding wound. If this kept up, the pirate would whittle down this ogre cut by cut.

The dragon just swore loudly, violently, as he felt the sting of an open wound across his chest. Too familiar. In his mind’s eye he recalled the sight of the Little Knight, wielding that damnable sword, standing at his feet with that accomplished, elated look on his face. To be so overjoyed by the genocide of an entire race… Dammit! Jabal’s muscles were still stiff from dragon sleep, and he was still getting used to this weak body he’d been cursed with. He was letting his frustration and rage get the best of him. He was not some oafish, oversized human. He was a dragon! And not just a dragon, he was the clan leader of the Musenen Jabal! He was the Mountain! He’d defeated and conquered nations of dragons! He’d been beaten by a human once, yes, but he was not about to let it happen again!

Jabal lashed out at the swordsman, his left arm punching through the air like a bullet. The pirate attempted to backstep the attack, but Jabal’s fist caught him in the shoulder, knocking him off balance and pushing him right into the dragon’s follow up attack: a hammer fist aimed at his solar plexus. The force of the Mountain’s fist hit the man like a sack of bricks, forcing him back a good two or three feet, but it did not stop him from retaliating as Jabal closed in to finish him off. The pirate slashed at the giant’s face, aiming an intentionally fatal strike squarely at the dragon’s right temple, but the experienced fighter saw the attack coming a mile away. He caught the swinging sword arm mid-flight, and with his fingers wrapped tightly around the swordsman’s forearm, headbutted the human with a ferocious roar That was all it took to send the swordsman crumpling to the ground in a heap.

Standing over his fallen foe’s body, Jabal let out a primal shout. Yes, ha ha! Even with his power stripped from him, the Mountain was more than a match for some pathetic human. He was-

Falling.

Jabal felt his knee hit the deck as his vision began to blur, the world around him fading in and out of focus. What was this all of a sudden? His mind was fully conscious, but his body didn’t seem to want to cooperate. He knew flashes of dizziness and the onset of fatigue were both tell-tale signs of extended blood loss, and given the context of battle it was not unheard of, but regardless the dragon was puzzled. He'd taken hits, but had the swordsman really inflicted such serious wounds upon him? Still in a stupor, Jabal ran his hand through his wounds, feeling the extent of the injuries with his fingers. An inch deep and maybe six inches long at most. Feh, these were hardly severe. Scrapes, really, but it seemed this body of his, now that it was made of twigs and parchment, disagreed.

Well to hell with this accursed body! Gritting his teeth, the dagon forced himself to his feet, rubbing the dizziness from his eyes which, due to the blood that covered his fingers, resulted in a something resembling warpaint. This was not the time for his body to give out on him. He would not allow it! The Mountain knelt to no one, not even the ocean itself! He’d continue to stand on his own two feet even if it took every bit of his willpower.

So after shaking himself it out of a haze, it was then that Jabal noticed a pair of men dumping a yellowish liquid over the deck of the ship. At first the dragon could only wonder why the pirates were trying to soak and already sopping wet ship, but the reason quickly occured to him as he noticed another man run over to the two with a thick, flickering torch: oil. They were going to burn the ship! Jabal's immediate reaction was not to care, but he had to remind himself that he was an occupant of the boat they were attemtping to burn. So the dragon moved to stop them, his arm outstretched, but as soon as the torchbearer spotted the giant man marching toward him, he hastily dropped his flaming stick to the deck, resulting in a massive oily fireball that leaped into the air and set both the deck and the sail above alight. By the beating of Io's sacred wings, were these pirates so craven that even the slightest resistance would force them to burn their potential haul?

[Locke]

Locke shot through the air at the man, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he aimed his foot at... the shield the man was swinging at him. As the ship rocked, the shield stopped rushing towards him and instead stood as a blockade to his progress. As the manakete's foot contacted the metal, there was a loud thud as the leg - hard as iron, thanks to his power - stopped. Pushing off as his momentum faded, Locke landed back on the deck, snarling angrily. The man was fast, damn it, but he was a dragon, for the Earth's sake. Surely he could find a way to defeat him!

The opportunity came when the man was accosted by another crew member. Locke, smiling, grabbed onto the mast and hauled himself up, until he was a good distance above his unsuspecting foe. When the enemy struck down the sailor, Locke leaped, holding onto a rope, and came swinging down at great speed towards the man's back, his legs outstretched like the blade of a sickle heading straight for the lumbar region.

Meanwhile, the manakete kept quiet. He did not want to advertise his presence; hopefully he could land a strong strike and send the man overboard. Then the problem would be solved, and he could move on to the next issue - combatting the flames that had spread on the deck. Luckily, the other ship was close enough that Locke could escape onto it if need be and not sacrifice his cover - but hopefully the sailors would ensure that he would not have to adopt either of the two unpalatable alternatives to staying and fighting.

[Orcleous]

As Orcleous searched for his opponent he found it strange that he was no where nearby. He was sure the martial artist would try to attack him from behind, but no. There came no strike from behind or any flanking movement from the left. "Well I guess he wis...", spoke Orcleous as suddenly a blow hit him from behind. The force was great and the young Hero had not expected it. It seemed that his opponent had planned a attack from Orcleous rear flank, but the hero had no idea how he pulled it off. Instead Orcleous was blasted to the deck and would have fallen off if it was not for the rocking of the ship. The wave tilted the hull causing Orcleous to smash into the deck instead of the frail railing guarding the edge of the ship.

"Son of a #$%%", spoke Orcleou as he pulled himself off the ground. The blow to his back was fearsome, but most of the force had been absorbed. Not by his armor, but the holy axe, Xigshaw. The mighty hammer was still strapped to young Orlcoeus back. The kick, though well placed, hit dead on the center of the weapon. If he had hit any other place Orcleous was not sure if he would even be able to walk at the moment. "Alright I underestimated him", spoke Orcleous. The martial artist had made a major point. Orcleous was no longer going to hold back against him.

"There cut the pirate down before he recovers", shouted a sailor as he pointed toward the dark skin hero. Orcleous was getting real tired of these ants running around. If they had not interfered Orcleous probably could have killed the fool by now. Unfortunately for these fools Orcleous was no longer playing. As the first of the sailors came running up ready to do battle with the Hero, Orcleous tossed away his tower shield and even his iron blade. The action puzzled the sailor at first.

"There is no way we are accepting a surrender", shouted the sailor as he closed in. From the look of it he seemed to have a clear shot to Orcleous' rib cage. However he was dead wrong. From his back Orcleous pulled the mighty hammer off his shoulder. The massive lunk of iron sailed through the air as Orcleous brought it down upon his foe. "What the he..", shouted the sailor as Xigshaw came into full view. The mighty Iron club came down like lightning and roared like thunder as it struck. The sailor was no more as the mighty Xigshaw smashed his bones like glass and ripped through the deck of the ship. The sound grabbed the attention of the sailors as everyone turned to look at the mighty weapon. Xigshaw approved of Orcleous display of its might and aided the young warrior by giving more of its power.

"Alright round two", spoke Orcleous as he rushed forward with his mighty hammer. He was tired of the martial artist. He only managed to land a hit in because of a sneak attack. If they were fighting one on one Orcleous was sure that would have never happened. "Get down here", shouted Orcleous as he slammed his hammer into the mass of the burning ship. The fore of the blow caused the structure to crack under its mighty power.

[Zahhak Al-Bahar]

The sea's rocked back and forth. Waves of growing size crested the surface of stormy waters only to break against one of the two great wooden constructs designed to transport lesser creatures. Storm winds sent angry fat pellets of rain down like swarms of angry insects, hailing the decks and combatants as the battle raged furiously on the high seas. Occasionally a bolt of forked lightning would arc into the distance or closer to the seas. The colossal rumble that followed was as if to convey the skies themselves releasing a sonorous roar of distaste at the violence. It couldn't have possibly been a better setting for such glorious combat.

As the arrow released by the bow wielding pirate raced upwards and cut the rope tethering the sail upon the mast up, Zahhak's gaze turned briefly to follow it. While the large white sail unfolded however, what might have been a thought out plan by the pirate to use it as a weapon against the defending male was ruined. Powerful gusts caught it, as the constant storm winds often did to lowered sails. The wooden log lining the bottom was prevented from tumbling forwards as winds pulled the ship, the intensity of the winds as the sail further unfolded causing the entire merchant vessel to lurch forwards roughly. It shook, and even dipped forwards in a dangerous moment of hanging tension while it teetered towards capsizing. However the dipping waves lowering while others rose gave it a means to descend and rise as the ship broke away from the pirate vessel and began to sail uncontrollably forwards at full speed.

Zahhak turned swiftly to gaze at the pirate. Glorious. He could wait no longer for a fight His leg still pressing off the side of the railing as it kept his balance. He began to laugh wildly. As rain battered his body, he lowered his head for a brief instant. The smallest glint tainted his eyes, a slight flash as small patches of his obscured legs began to mutate. Though the baggy pants would hide it well, a series of ashen colored scales was slowly covering the skin of his legs. Tapping into more power of his stone, his nails began to extend by fragments of an inch. They grew harder, as opposed to fragile human finger nails; these were weapons. Small minuscule changes transpiring in a storm were unnoticeable really..but he could feel it. He grinned to the pirate who held his bow, his laughter unbridled in mad love for combat as he suddenly kicked off the railing. The wooden supports splintered from the force while he launched himself at deceptive speeds for his stationary position.

The muscles of his body were primed, and he himself lowered after the lunge so his shoulder was set to crash with dangerous force into the males lower torso, near his abdominal section. The golden bells strung around his chest and waist jingled in alternating, if not maddening patterns with each bell a slightly different size to produce a different tone in the chaotic frenzy of open combat. Zahhak's golden eyes were alive with the fires of war, his slit like pupils unwavering towards his opponent as the slightly sharpened canines flashed a deadly white in combat. Most humans couldn't appreciate his fondness for battle. Most.

Though it was white noise to him, the blistering flames that followed the oil spill would be the only grace the pirates had towards catching up with the merchant ship. As it burned the mast, the hole which would otherwise slowly spread was wildly torn from the winds seizing through and sundering the whole wider. This brought the sail of the mast to a great ruin and slowed the merchant ship despite the considerable distance they'd gained in the rough waters.

[Hugo]

Well that was unfortunate. Thought Hugo as he watched his elaborate plan to try and hit the martial artist with the sail fail due to stormy winds. Hugo braced himself for the ship's inevitable rocking like any experienced pirate would. Fu*k. He thought to himself as the martial artist went straight for him. Not only that but the pirate ship of his Uncle was forced to make a hasty retreat away from the now burning merchant ship. Hugo knew Jared would not leave him on the boat to die. He was family. And he knew Jared had deep loyalty and respect to his family. Or the patriarch of the his clan would have to make an example of Jared. Another quick look of his surroundings showed the warrior that the merchant ship had gained speed due to his failed sail tactic.

A large crack and crash drew his attention away from the martial artist whom was now chasing him. Hugo wanted to avoid confrontation with the bell garbed man. Hand to hand combat was not his strong suit and this guard with the bells was an expert. He needed to think of something. Another sway of the boat forced Hugo to stop and brace himself. The situation was quickly growing out of hand. The mast had burned down considerably at this point, slowing the merchant ship down enough. Soon the pirate ship would rejoin the fray. Hugo intended to give the order to retreat so that the pirates had a chance to try and make it back to their boat, leaving this one to sink along with all of it's inhabitants.

He spied a weighted fishing net and ran for it. The pirate warrior quickly grabbed it and adjusted himself in a manner akin to something of the old gladiators. To those who would use nets as weapons to ensnare potential slaves and subdue enemy units. He felt some of his confidence return. Another pirate joined him. Hugo ordered the man to assist dealing with the young warrior with the bells. He and another pirate braced themselves for the young warrior. Down below a pirate threw down a small barrel of oil and set it on fire too. Their were alternate ways of escaping back out onto the deck from the space below.

Meanwhile another few decided to capitalize on something important. The large man clad in red was wounded. Not wanting to waste the opportunity of catching a rare well built future slave, a few pirates grabbed some chain and rope. They waited until the red clad man was too woozy to fight before attempting to subdue him. Once they felt the man was too weak to fight back, did they make a move to contain him. They would bind this man and haul him aboard the pirate ship, haul him below deck and keep him unconscious.

Another wave swept through the ocean onto the deck. Then a crash and the sound of a large old bell. The pirate ship had caught up with the merchant ship once more. The bell was the signal to retreat. Ropes and boards were prepared. Captain Jared wanted his crew back.

[Jabal]

While the merchant ship lurched forward with the sudden unfurling of its sail, a growl of immense frustration escaped from behind Jabal’s lips as the dragon was hurled backwards against the mast. This was stupid and ridiculous. He was tired of getting tossed about like this. How did humans manage to survive on these creaky wooden rafts? They were fragile enough on land as is! Even he couldn’t even get decent footing on this wet ship deck for more than a second or two before being thrown into something.

Jabal latched onto the cracked mast with a bearhug, having lost his footing one too many times for his own liking. His fingers dug into the grooves in the rain-soaked wood while he planned out his next move, but only for a moment as he soon realized there was little time to plan. In the midst of the ever growing chaos, the dragon looked up. The broad white canvas of the main sail above him… it was aflame. Damn it, it hadn’t taken long for those sea-monkeys to set this ship on fire, which meant that this boat was falling apart, and fast. No doubt shoddy human workmanship at its finest. He had to get off of it.

His vision somewhat impaired by the storm, the dragon tried to wipe the rain out of his eyes only to have a wave of seawater slap him in the face. This left him sputtering like a fool as the pirate ship once again pulled up aside the merchant ship. He would be more than ecstatic if he never rode another ship after this, but for the time being he had no choice. Being dropped in the sea was not a preferable alternative. So with his eyes locked on the “enemy” boat, which was now really starting to look like the friendlier of the two watercraft, Jabal began considering the options of his escape. Since he didn’t know truly how far he could jump in this body, the boats were still too far apart from each other for him to risk leaping the expanse. That left him either waiting for a gangplank to go down, something Jabal did not expect to happen in this storm, or swinging across with one of those ropes the humans were using earlier to board the merchant vessel. The latter then.

But when the Mountain began to pull himself up the mast, clawing his way towards a rope, he was unceremoniously struck upside the head by a metal chain. The blow shook loose the dragon’s grip, and Jabal came sliding down the mast, hitting the wooden deck with aknee before looking up at his attacker, or rather attackers. A crew of about four men, pirates by the look of them, had decided to come after him with ropes and a chain. What, were they going to try and capture him like some beast? Enslave him?

“Come! Try it!” Jabal yelled, then threw his arms back and roared at the four men like only a dragon could. The would-be captors were visibly startled by the giant man’s aggressiveness, given his heavy wounds, but aside for a few scattered steps backward they held their ground. It infuriated the Mountain, who roared again. These humans kept standing against him like there was some way it could turn out well for them. The dragons had been gone for too long! Humans had forgotten what it was like to fear!

The dragon took a step towards one of the rope swingers, who in turn broadened his stance and began unfurling his twisted cord. It was then that the chain wielder took another swipe at Jabal, twirling his chain about before whipping it at the massive man. The metal links whistled through the air, but dragon ducked the blow and turned his attention to the attacker, who promptly retreated back as Jabal’s gaze fell upon him. Jabal growled in frustration. Cowardly. They were trying to whip him into submission from a distance, unwilling to come within arm’s length of him. Well he would sho-

Urgh. Jabal’s thoughts were interrupted as a wave of dizziness washed over him like the torrential sea rain was already doing, and unable to keep his balance, the waving rocking of the boat sent the dragon stumbling into a barrel. The Mountain managed to grab onto the chime and keep himself from face planting, but the display of weakness had seemingly served as an invitation for one of the pirates to slip a rope over his neck. The pirate swung behind Jabal and began trying to strangle him. Damn this weak, infernal corpse of a body!

“G-et…off...” the dragon hissed through a squeezed windpipe, but the man behind him continued to yank on the rope. Non-compliance. In the Musenen Jabal, that deserved punishment. The dragon reached behind him to grab his assailant, but still disoriented by his continuing blood loss, couldn’t get ahold of anything but rain. So looking for another option, the struggling dragon grabbed tightly on his noose and swung his body around in an attempt to throw the man into the nearby mast. Instead of successfully slamming the pirate into hard tree trunk, however, Jabal slipped and hit the deck with a thud. Or at least he would have if not for the unfortunate pirate that had ended up beneath the ship and the Mountain. The dragon immediately felt the tightness around his neck ease up as his assailant had the wind suddenly crushed out of his lungs by the fall.

Jabal would have returned to his feet, but try as he might to right himself, the ongoing vertigo he was feeling kept him on the deck. That and the chain that had just collided with his spine. The dragon yelled in pain, but his cry was only met with another blow. When the third swing came Jabal managed to catch the makeshift flail in his hand, if only just. But he did, and having done so quickly jerked on the weapon, pulling his attacker off balance and forcing the pirate to stumble down closer to him. With the infuriating human in arm's reach, Jabal grabbed the man by the neck and began trying to squeeze the life out of him. Their companion in peril, the Mountain was set upon by the other two rope-wielding pirates. One kicked him in the head, while the other pried his hand off of the chain-pirate's throat. Then the men rolled the massive man off their comrade, and, rapidly weakening and continually dizzy, the dragon could do little but thrash about has his arms and legs were tied. His vision began to fade as more blood dripped from his wounds. So he, the mighty Jabal, of the Musenen Jabal, was being strung up like some swine being prepared for a feast and yet he could do nothing about it? Pathetic.

[Orcleous]

"Holy Crap", shouted Orcleous as the ship suddenly shot forward. During the battle somebody, if Orc knew they would be dead, let loss the sails and as a result the storm grabbed hold of the ship and began to shoot it forward. Orcleous was originally located near the mass, but the sudden jolt of the ship threw him backwards and tossed him down onto the deck. Desperate to not fall into the abyss below Orcelous slammed Xigshaw into the deck of the ship. However his efforts were fruitless as the might hammer shattered the wood and simply ripped a hole in the already weaken ship. Instead Orcleous was throw back a few feet more, but the weight of his hammer finally snagged him on a notch. With a moment to think Orcleous drew his steel dagger and planted it into the deck. He was not firmly placed as the sea began to toss the ship around.

"I swear if I get out of this alive I am never going to ride a ship again", shouted Orcleous. However his voice was blanketed by the sound of thunder and waves. For a while Orcleous thought he was going to die here. If he was not killed by the storm he would be drowned by the sinking ship. Even if those two things did not kill him the passengers sure were when this ship finally stopped. He was sure that there would be no nice feelings towards him and the other pirates on the ship. However salvation came were Orcleous least expected it. The pirates, who he thought would have abandoned him, came back up to the ship. The man at arms rang the bell of retreat and the opportunity to get off this death raft finally came up. Orcleous praised whatever divine force that watched over the universe and made his way back to the pirate ship. At this point he could care less about the martial artist that tried him or about the gold he was promised for this job. The only thing he wanted to do was to get off this ship and get back to dry land.

"Many you guys are a sight for sour eyes", spoke Orcleous as he grabbed onto one of the ropes that was swung over from the pirate vessel. The hero returned to the crew with just as flashy a swing as he landed on the enemy ship. It was good to be back on the old deck again. Though he knew things were probably going to heat up. If anybody was smart on the other ship they would move to board the pirate vessel. Orcleous was sure that one or two soldiers from that ship would try to make there way over and take theirs. It was a foolish idea, but you can never put anything past the damned. "The fool might show up", spoke Orcleous to himself as he watched the deck. He was sure the martial artist would show his ugly head.

[Hugo]

With the large man bound and secured the rest of the crew began the daunting task of pulling and pushing the red dressed man onto the pirate boat. Using aome strings and chain the man was hoisted and lifted and brought upon the pirate ship. He was thrown down into the brig below deck. That was one large hazard currently moved out of the way. By now the fires on the ship had escalated. The old warrior gave the order to the others to retreat. Those who could returned to the pirate ship. Hugo took his time to avoid the others whom were fighting then grabbed one of the swinging ropes and returned to the pirate ship.

He secured his footing on his uncle's pirate ship. The warrior was given a few flaming arrows. He readied his bow and began shooting the flaming arrows on a few barrels. Any stray oil's barrels that were not set aflame before were set on fire now. The survivors of the merchant ship scrambled to the top of the deck. Hugo continued to fire arrows and dislodged or cut more ropes. He kept it up and continued to pick off any other people. He didn't kill them outright, but instead worked to hit knees, arms or necks. If the weather had agreed with them the Pirate Captian would have given them a chance to join the pirates as crew or captives. but another swell of the waves told him other wise. The storm was growing with more intensity the longer they were at sea. It was too dangerous to linger further.

The pirate ship rang a few bells signaling the other's crew men that they were leaving. Below deck the large man they had taken captive was given a sedative so that he would not be freed from his bonds. They partially patched him up too so he wouldn't bleed out all over the floor. Any other captives were stripped of their weapons and thrown in with him. The ship prepared itself and made it's way away from the flaming wreckage that was the merchant ship. Now all they needed to do was survive the storm and make it back to dry land.

[End thread]
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OOC- it is assumed everyone's OC is either ship wrecked, managed to get on a life boat, or sailed away with the pirates.