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The Black Flag
Glancing up over her shoulder she found a few men, cutlasses drawn and at her neck. Shane held her hands above her head before speaking.
“Ahoy, you lot wouldn’t happen to need some help would you?” She smiled slightly and a man offered a hand to help her up.
“Can you fight?” He asked. His voice was deep and held authority and from the distinct tricorn hat decorated with bright red feathers on his head Shane knew he was the captain.
Shane grinned and gave a quick nod, “Aye.” She glanced at the navy ship and back to the Captain of the pirate ship before her grin turned to a frown. “but you ought not fight them. They have 200 men on board at least. You should pull back."
The man grinned wide. “Not yet! We’re running low on fresh water and food. It’s either die now or starve later.”
Shane couldn’t help the smile that came across her face. He was a Captain for sure.
The Captain of the Robin handed Shane a fresh flintlock pistol seeing as Shane’s was wet and useless.
“Get ready, men! You have to be quick!” He motioned to five men behind him who were armed with as many as four pistols around their waist and more holstered from their shoulders. They were obviously chosen to retrieve the supplies. They would have to be quick and unseen to steal enough supplies while the rest of the pirates fought with the English hands.
Grappling hooks were thrown onto the ledge of the man-of-war and the men aboard the Robin grabbed hold of the ropes and pulled hard causing the two massive vessels to collide together and make the ships secure enough to board. It wasn’t long before the redcoats were jumping over onto the main deck of the pirate ship with their weapons drawn.
Men yelled and raised their swords and a plank was lowered between the ships as the five pirates ran quickly onto the man-of-war and disappeared forecastle of the war ship.
The English sailors didn’t board the ship immediately but instead made use of their ranged weaponry before going in for close combat. “Grenadoe!” A Pirate yelled as a iron ball the size of a ripe grapefruit was tossed onto the deck of the pirate ship.
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(48 votes, average: 3.40 out of 5)
Amazing! Shane makes such a convincing pirate ;)The concept didn’t seem at all impossible to me, I’m sure there were many people like this on the high seas.Definitely would read more, 5/5!
Excellent! I had in the past thought of doing a pirate theme but gave it up because it required too much research. You’ve done a fabulous job of this first chapter and I look forward to reading more. Thanks for posting! Lin