Aslin bound from roof to roof. All of a sudden one of the men jumped infront of her. Not wanting to stop at all as she needed to get her Sloop out of Port Royal, Aslin kept on running. The man held his sword before him ready to hit her. Just as she came within distance, she pulled out her trusty sword and swung it. The two swords clashed but before the man could react to her next move, she used the hilt of her sword to bang his head. He was knocked out cold and fell down into a muddy puddle. She sheathed her sword and gave out a low whistle that carried over the noise of the crowd. It was her signal to her crew to prepare the Poseidon for sail.
They had no time to spare.

Erskine was busy talking to some of the officers when glanced up at the marine he had sent to talk to the young woman on deck. The Colour Sergeant was looking further up the dock. Allowing is eyes to trace where the marine was looking Captain McTammany spotted what appeared to be a ruckus.

A snarl erupted from him, as he shouted, “I want order on the dock…pipe the colors and get the marines to restore now Lt. Colonel, we have royalty on that dock!” Turning as the boatswain piped, he strode off the deck, making his way towards, the girl he assumed was Lady Myriam.

“Colour Sergeant I want order on this dock now! Lady Myriam I apologize for such distastefulness. I am Captain Erskine McTammany at your service milady.” Erskine said as he bowed before the woman, removing his bicorn hat. The heavily powdered wig left ringlets of quickly dispersing white puffs in the air during the bow.

Erskine smiled briefly as some marines jogged by to join the Colour Sergeant in restoring order at the other end, looking at the beauty before him; he also knew he would have a serious issue aboard ship at sea.

Aslin heard a loud bark from behind. She groaned. They had noticed the commotion. She calmed herself down by reasoning that they may not know that one of the pirates was involved in the ruckus. SHe carried on running, her sword tucked away. She sped up, leaping from roof to roof. She was slowly losing Faran and his men. Some were stopping out of exhaustion and not many were nimble and quick enough to follow her on the roof.
But the men from the ship were now coming to investigate the fight and Aslin did not want to be caught. She lept from a low roof and onto the ground. Looking back, no one was following her- yet. She moved through the darker alleys towards her Sloop.

She entered the graveyard and reached the end. There, partially hidden by the high walls and tall trees, was Aslin's pride and joy. She ran towards Poseidon and climbed on deck where her trusty crew was ready to sail. Her quartermate Mo (short for Modarth) awaited her at the front. "Capt'in we're ready to sail" he reported.

"Then let's move quick" she commanded everyone. She took a final look at the graveyard not seeing anyone who may have followed her and moved to assist her crew.

Capt. McTammany looked at the King's niece, she was pretty but disguised as a commoner seemed to enhance her natural beauty, "I apologize dear lady for such unpleasantness, I assure you order will be restored. Come let us adjourn to the ship and I shall show you your room. I am sure we can post Marines to ensure your privacy once this mess is handled."

Erskine stepped towards her and extended an arm to her, waiting for her to take his offer. As he did he frowned slightly, "Milady? Are you alone upon this deck?" The tromping foot falls of the marines rushing behind the Colour Sergeant seemed to distract him a moment as his eyes flickered towards the end of the pier.

After a moment Erskine seemed to have forgotten his question, "Come dear lady shall we board the ship and have a spot of breakfast? Please."

Aslin stood at the wheel with Mo. "We're headin' for the point," she turned to Mo, "There will be no change in plan. I know the crew wants to make a stop but that's out of the question." Mo simply looked right back at her.
Mo was a tall man, the same height as Aslin. He was a very handsome man and looked threatening. As a child, Aslin had always thought that Mo would become the Captain after her father but as she grew up, she realised why Mo could never become the Captain. Mo was simply and nicely put, more of a follower. He was not one to make decisions of his own. He had been the first one who had pledged his loyalty to Aslin the day of her father's announcement that she become the Captain.

Mo nodded his head at Aslin's decision and went down to pass the message to the rest of the crew. Aslin plucked her hat of her head and placed it atop the wheel. She held the wheel lightly. The weather was fine and the Sloop was sailing smoothly, cutting through the water. The wind was strong and Aslin hoped that it would remain so. They had to get to the point to warn the other Captains. They had to stand united instead of scattered all about the seas for it would be easier to be attacked. Lord knew how many ships they had already taken down.

Her stoic face gazed out at the waters, void of any land, that lay before the sloop. The faster they reached the point the better their chance of surviving.

The dawn rose early. The ruckus from the previous day had done little to dampen the spirits of the crew aboard the HMS Rising Dawn, as the day had passed into night the crew enjoyed their day of leave. During that time Captain McTammany studied the maps before him, he had two tasks. One was to return the King's Niece to England in one piece and the other to range against the Ancient Brotherhood.

As the night wore on, Erskine narrowed his eyes, he would do both, he would make sail for England, however he would sail along a route that was bound to take him in contact with the pirates whom he hunted. Writing down in his diary he quickly absolved his officers of any knowledge, if something terrible should occur he would assume the mantle of blame alone.

With a few hours before down he spoke quietly to the lad who would helm the ship, after it was done he passed word to the marines to roust the crew in three hours and return them to the ship. They would sail at first light and let the winds carry them towards their destiny.

After that was done, Captain McTammany crawled into his hard bed and caught a what fitful sleep he could. He was thrilled he was tasked with carrying the Royal lady home, however the Admiralty had tasked him with stopping the scourge of the seas and thus far he had killed several vessels. The true prizes, the core ships of the ancient brotherhood had escaped him thus far. Perhaps they would have a spot of luck on their return cruise, perhaps God would grant him dual honors when he returned to England.

Aslin moved about the deck all day, either commanding her crew or manning the wheel herself. Throughout the entire day, she was distracted, her thoughts running to the ship; Rising Dawn. Everytime she heard a change in the wind, Aslin would look to the horizon, half expecting the Rising Dawn to appear. She had not told her crew why they were heading for the point as she knew some of them would panic. Not even Mo knew the reason.

She had decided that keeping the information from them was for the best. Thankfully her crew trusted her and did not go against her decision. However, they all suspected they were running from something as it was obvious they're Captain was slightly anxious.

Light gave away as night came, casting their surroundings into complete darkness. The moon's reflection was the only light, forming a glowing path on the waters. Ensuring that there were a few keeping watch, Aslin went into her cabin and sat on the edge of her bed. Leaning back, Aslin was tempted to let out a shout of fustration. She had to find a way to avoid that damn ship while getting back to the point. As she tired to formulate a plan, sleep overcame her.

A lone gull glided on the ever moving wind currents of the sea. The small bird floated along gracefully, as a gull goes, silhouetted against the midnight sky. The moon and stars peaked out faintly through a thick fog bank like little bug flitting about. Everything looked peaceful enough but a sense of fear emanated throughout the fog bank.

The gull called out in fear and floated away into the night as the shadowy form of a ship slipped out of the gray, soupy, fog. All lights were doused on the vessel, all sails down, not a soul stirred. The vessel was the Olympiad a war vessel of the crown. Upon the deck of the vessel men and boys sat quietly fear coursing through their veins waiting, hoping, and praying for relief.

Someone was hunting them; the dark vessel had picked up their trail two days ago and followed them ever since biding its time waiting to strike. With dismay the sailors of the Olympiad had watched the fog bank ahead of them form day by day. As they slipped into the thick mass the dark vessel had put on full sail and sped to over take them. Now they could only pray they avoided the vessel or spotted it first.

A flash! Was it a lantern? The British men stirred tensely waiting. A deep whirring sound much like a tornado betrayed the flash. It was chain shot! It had only been one shot, but it tore into the side of the boat with a horrendous crash. Their position had been given away; the fog bank lit up....a voice called out on the Olympiad stirring the men to action, soon the vessels guns fired back blindly in retaliation.

A black vessel broke the fog to their starboard side its sails billowed, its crew wild eyed, its captain a fierce statue on the forecastle laughing maniacally as the guns below him bellowed raining death on the Olympiad. The captain of the Olympiad caught sight of a golden flash in the maniacs hand before a bullet took his life. The Olympiad had been captured.