05-11-2012, 08:44 PM
Echoing in the distance, piercing the peaceful morning, came the sounds of battle. Out of view to any but sailor in the crow's nest were two ships locked together parallel to each other, one having boarded the other. The smaller one was old and had suffered a beating, its mast having taken a shot and toppling so half was in the water and it carried the Jolly Roger as its flag. The other was as majestic and whole as the other was wretched and damaged, the flag of the royal navy flapping in the breeze underneath the ship's personal flag, a white noose in the center of the flag that was as black as the sails that propelled the ship. The ship with black sails was known and feared to any who called themselves 'pirate', as was the mercilessness of its commander. The crew of the Navy's most powerful ship was currently in battle with the pirate crew, though it was a fairly one-sided battle between the haggard pirates and the well trained marines. The true battle, however, was at the helm where the pirate Captain, his first mate, and the helmsman had a man surrounded and were each attacking in concert... and none of them could so much as scratch him. Surrounded by the three pirates was the boogieman amongst the sea's pirates, Commodore Malcolm Stanforth, who had one hand behind his back as he spun with dance-like grace as he parried every attack the pirates threw his way, an almost bored expression on his face. Glancing to the main deck where the pirate crew were throwing down their weapons as they surrendered instead of dying, Stanforth nodded, saying, "Time to wrap this up." With a pair of quick blows, the helmsman and first mate collapsed to the deck, clasping their hands over the gushing wounds in their necks as the Commodore turned to fully face the Captain. Refusing to give in to fear, the Captain struck hard and fast at the Commodore who parried the Captain's guard up before striking with lightning speed, his black blade connecting with the Captain's at the hilt. A burst of sparks and the shriek of steel echoed out as the pirate's blade shattered. He stared at the hilt of his sword for a second before dropping it and falling to his knees, the pirate whispering, "Mercy... please?" The Commodore glared at the Captain, sheathing his blade into his cane as he said, "Men are shown mercy. Animals are put down." Stanforth walked away to get back on the Blackened Star, a pair of marines taking the Captain into custody, the Commodore calling behind him, "Put the crew in the brig and hang the captain from the mast, then burn the ship. The day is young, and the seas are still plagued with filth."
((BEHOLD, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL LONG-POST!))
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