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Possibly Pirates

Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

a part of “Possibly Pirates”, a fictional universe by Jadeling Hawkins.

The epic tale of piracy and adventure, swashing and buckling, true love and lifelong grudges, curses, monsters, sword fights, a whole world of the possibilities of piracy!

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Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jadeling Hawkins on Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:29 pm

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Who knows how our actions will affect our descendants? Who knows which our of decisions will have repercussions on the next generation? Are our adventures really just our own? Only time will tell, and time has never been a very chatty thing. But perhaps, by retracing the steps of those before us, we can build upon their successes and avoid their mistakes...



Around 1720, a ragtag group of pirates discovered the Seven Cities of Gold. Thirty five years earlier....
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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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"Sloane! Sloane, not so fast!" Came the soft cry as the petite blond raced delicately after her sister. She hiked her skirts up just the slightest bit, only enough to allow her to run faster. "Sloane, wait for me!"

The young woman's sister merely laughed as she paused at the stone gate, turning to grin triumphantly at the out of breath lass. The grinning girl had red hair as fierce as her grin, and her green eyes were sparkling with energy. She was approximately the same size and physical type as her sister, but she held herself with a much more electric air. "Come on, Deirdre! The fishing boat is coming in today! If we hurry, we can catch them before the sailors go off to the pub!"

Deirdre frowned as she finally caught up, doubling over slightly as she attempted to catch her breath. Finally, she straightened and her frown deepened as she looked towards the docks, where the ships were sliding in for their rest from the sea. "Why is that a good thing? We're out to buy fish for supper. I don't like talking to the sailors when we don't have to."

Sloane merely giggled, catching her sister's arm and towing her along towards the dock. She loved to hear the stories that came from the ocean, to listen to the sailors as they boasted about wrestling sharks and wooing mermaids, only to leave them broken hearted in the sea where they belonged. It was about as close to a real adventure as she would likely ever get...unless, of course, one could count breaking the baker's son's nose for making her younger brother cry once.

The two sisters scurried along through the busy port town streets, curtsying when they encountered someone of importance and moving faster when encountered by a drunk or a bum of some sort. Sloane teased Deirdre when she blushed, passing the Blacksmith's shop...and, more specifically, his apprentice. It was an errand run just like the many others they had done for their parents. But suddenly, on this most glorious of chilly Fall evenings, there came a sound that neither of the Chester girls was accustomed to. A sort of distant, muted 'pop,' followed by a strange sort of whistling sound. Then, there came a far more unusual sound. An ear tearing crash and crumble, and in an instant the small book shop had an entire wall reduced to rubble.

The people all around went wild. There were screams, shrieks, and a great deal of fuss. Sloane and Deirdre merely stood where they were, staring slack-jawed at the damage. Soon, the air was filled with pops and whistles, and Sloane started running. She kept her grip vice-like on Deirdre's, dragging the terrified girl along as she ran for...somewhere. Anywhere that wasn't likely to be hit by canon fire.

"Pirates!" Came the cry from the watchtower, as the warning bell was rung with great fervor. A ship was sailing in, seemingly out of nowhere, with the black flack flapping in the wind as canons were fired and small boats with crew were rowing eagerly towards the port town.

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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Brian Kelly knelt in the bow of the ship's boat, a flintlock blunderbuss in his hands. He could hear the cannon thundering behind him and the slash of oars. Ahead in the two, bells were ringing and people screamed. The local militia was trying to gather and make a defense of the town at the docks. A band of five men bunched together ahead of his boat, loading muskets. He put the butt of the blunderbuss to his shoulder and pointed the end of the barrel in their direction. Pulling the trigger, Brain grinned as the blunderbuss roared. A hand full of lead pistol balls screamed through the noised choked air and cut through the five men.

As the boat drew near closer to the dock, Brain packed powder and another hand full of pistol balls down the flared, trumpet-like barrel. The bow smacked into the dock and he leaped up and out. More townsmen came rushing down with muskets. Holding the blunderbuss at his hip, Brain fired again. Three men toppled to the ground, the rest were cut down by pistol fire from the rest of the disembarking pirates. Whooping and hollering, they all rushed into town, smashing into homes and taking anything they pleased.
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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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A rather seedy looking tavern, in a rather seedy corner of an otherwise quite respectable port town. The alleys surrounding this tavern were notorious for robbery and violence, drunkards and those devoid of hope. This entire neighborhood was home to the least of the least desirable of this town's peoples, and not just plain old criminals. Prostitutes and gamblers, alcoholics and those folk who aren't quite right in the head, thieves and cutthroats, and those who simply weren't fortunate enough to afford housing anywhere else. The streets were cobblestone stained with filth, blood and God only knows what else. Toothless and blind vendors lined the streets hawking their cheap wares, supposed goods from exotic lands. A man sat outside the tavern, leaning against the shoddy architecture with his mouth half open and a steady stream of drool trickled through his ragged beard. And inside, voices could be heard drunkenly singing. One particular voice slurred its way above the others.

"I dream of a certain kind of woman, my lads, my lads!
A woman I'm sure you know, yes you do!
I'd say she was beautiful, but that'd be too kind, too kind
A face of stone and hair of flame, you know her don't you?
My lads, my lads, sing along, won't you? We all know her! Yes we do!
She bakes the bread and serves the ale!
Granted, the ale is vile and the bread be quite stale!
She won't let no man between her legs, the shame, the shame!
You know her sour husbands the one to blame, to blame!
What a rotter! What a stinker! Oi! Oi!

Come on lads, you know the next verse! Sing along, you drunks, you scoundrels!

She dreams of a certain kind of man, oh yes she does! We know who, too!
Of a man strong and tall, a man who likes his drink! His drink!
A man who sails the seas and spits on the face of God! Of God himself!
That real hardy sort of man, who'd never let his ship sink! Never sink!
We'd all like to be that sort of man, wouldn't we lads? Eh, lads?
We'd eat that bread and drink that ale, that vile vile ale!
And soon enough we'd be tearing off that sweet sweet wedding vail!
We'd be between her legs and we all know what to do there!
She wouldn't think twice of that rotter of a husband, she wouldn't care!
No she wouldn't lads, not if she was ours! If she was ours!"


Matthew English slumped back down into his chair heavily, the song finished and his throat dry. He roughly grabbed his tankard of ale and brought it to his lips, tilted his head back and drained the liquid down his throat in one long gulp. He burped loudly, and wiped the foam from his stubbled upper lip. The applause that had greeted the end of his song died down slowly with scattered drunken claps here and there, and a large number of faces stared at him expectantly. A bar maid passed beside Matthew, and he stole a chunk of bread from her plate, slapping her backside as she passed by. He ignored her sour look, and stuffed the bread into his mouth.

"Oi, Matt, sing us another song, or are you gonna stuff your ugly face all day?" Someone shouted, obviously growing impatient with Matthew. Matthew chewed obnoxiously in response. "C'mon, we know you've got more songs. You've been bragging about all the places you've been and the songs you know. So, sing another one!" Matthew stood up slowly, bread crumbs falling from his lips. He cleared his throat loudly, and spat a gob of phlegm and bread onto the ground beside him, rubbing his hands together.

"Another song eh? Lets see! How about..." his suggestion was cut off, as the sound of cannon fire broke the relative peace and quiet of the port town. It began with one shot, destroying the wall of a book shop, but Matthew did not know where it had hit, only that it had been fired. More cannonballs struck the city after that, and quickly the screams of the townsfolk reached even the dank tavern. Matthew allowed himself a small smirk, before turning back to the patrons of the tavern, calling out to them. "Tha' would be the cavalry, as it were, my lads and lasses. If you'd be so generous as to put all your cash on the table here, no one has to die! Maybe." Everyone simply stared at him in disbelief, and someone in the back dropped a tankard of ale on the ground. Matthew frowned at the silence and inactivity, quickly pulling a pistol from his belt and pointing it at a nearby patron. He paused just for a second, and then pulled the trigger,with a puff of smoke he put a bullet hole between the man's startled eyes. The body slumped forwards and hit the table in front of him with a heavy thud, spilling dark red blood onto the dingy tabletop. Instead of complying with Matthew's order, everyone bolted, fleeing from the tavern in droves, leaving Matthew alone with a smoking pistol.

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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Following behind Brian, Thomas pulled his father’s saber out of its scabbard. Jump off the rowboat, he followed behind the older man, watching him as he mowed down several men in one shot. Thomas always wanted Brian's blunderbuss, but seeing the explosive kick of the gun, it would probably rip his arm clean off.

Jumping around, whooping and hollering he cut threw bags and smashed boxes as he walked down the dock, with several of his comrades doing the same. One tradition of the ship was to have a flag-beerier come on shore, and wave a second flag about. It gave a level of pride to the crew, and who ever that could carry the flag in battle, truly had guts. Thomas always wanted to be the one wave the flag on the raids, but the captain always gave him excuses that he was too young.

The small party reached into the city, smashing and grabbing as the moved down the bloody streets. The young lad chuckled watching the people run around, like chickens with their heads cut off. Thomas turned about to see a man standing in bar with a pistol in his hand. He recognized the face; he waltzed his way in, to get a better look.
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Brian grinned, watching the lads run from home to shop, taking as they pleased. He ran into different buildings, stuffing a satchel with silver candle sticks, any coins laying around or in chests, various trinkets, lockets, rings and other odds and ends. He had stopped to loaded his blunderbuss again. Buildings not torn apart but cannon fire (and some there were) and had been picked clean started to burn, as the crew got fire happy.

Brain ran out into the street, right in front of a pair of running lassies. One had a messy bun of fiery red hair, the other had a long braid of pale gold. He grinned and leveled the blunderbuss at the pair. "Now what have we here" he mused, looking the girls over, "A pair of fine young doves with no one to watch over them. Now I can't be allowing such a pair to be left all alone, bless me soul, for there be pirates around."

Brain chuckled softly, he did enjoy the company of lovely young lassies and theses two were very lovely indeed . He was lucky to find them before other of his crew mates did. It was a standard thing the captain had the crew do. Take everything the port had; the valuables, the booze, the medicines, the women. The women would be returned after a ransom was paid and mostly with their honor intact.

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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Sloane skidded to a stop, and Deirdre crashed into her. They both stood, staring at the pirate before them with identical green eyes. Sloane's eyes narrowed fiercely, while Deidre whimpered and cowered behind her. He was grinning at them, chuckling and stating how fortunate their meeting was. Sloane's heart abused her ribs, taking a hesitant step away from the man loaded down with the valuables of her home town. She turned quickly, still gripping Deirdre's trembling hand as she sought an escape. She stopped short, her eyes growing even wider as a second pirate stepped out from behind some rubble, grinning and blocking the girls from going anywhere. Deirdre emit a short scream. Sloane just scowled.

"Well then, boyo, what now?" She asked, tilting her chin up to serve the man who had first confronted them with her coldest look. "You've captured yourself a pair of unarmed lasses. Are ye proudsome an' pleased?"

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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The pistol took far too long to reload, and Matthew hated having to fiddle with the powder, and the miniature ramrod. The gunpowder always spilled, and stained his fingers black. The hazy white smoke was just swirling up towards the roof when Matthew finished reloading, and he stuffed the loaded pistol back into his belt. He spat on the floor again, when sudden footsteps entering the deserted tavern caught his attention. He looked up, straight into the face of a boy, freshly in his teenage years and dressed in pirate garb. Matthew grinned a crooked grin, revealing a set of unfortunately ugly teeth.

"Well, well, look who it is! I was beginnin' to think that you lads would never come! I mean, 'onestly, a man gets lost at sea, and his mates take their sweet sweet time coming to look for 'im." Matthew crossed over to the boy and patted Thomas roughly on his shoulder in greeting. He returned to the corpse still bleeding on the table and began to rifle through its pockets. He found a still loaded pistol, and stuffed it into his belt alongside his own pistol. A further search revealed a coin purse, a well used wooden pipe and a few small silver knick-knacks. He stuffed those into his own pockets. He crossed over to the bar, ungracefully slid over the countertop and began rummaging behind the bar. He found an opened bottle of rum, and took a quick draw from it before tossing it over to Thomas. He disappeared beneath the countertop for a few moments, emerging with a very bulky and ugly looking blunderbuss. He grinned, checking to see if it was loaded.

"C'mon lad, I know exactly where the real treasures in this little 'aven are. Follow me." More than a little drunk, Matthew slid just as ungracefully over the countertop and headed for the door.

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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Brain started laughing, a cheery sound from deep in his chest. The blond lass was cleared scared out of her wits but....the red head, she was a bold young lassie. She was very brave to have challenge him in the middle of her burning town. He liked that, he liked that a lot but he wasn't going to show just how much he liked it. His laugh faded into a chuckle.

"Well me bonnie lass" said Brain, "I'm going to ask that ye and that other lass be coming with me, for ye own protection of course. Ye never know what kind of bad men are around a town like this. And I must ask your ye're name."

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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If possible, Sloane tilted her chin back even further, somehow managing to look down her nose at the burly man that towered over her. Her Irish roots showed through quite clearly, her temper flaring up like an almost audible inferno. Green eyes burning, she spoke her name almost as though it were an insult.

"My name is Sloane Chester. And I suppose that with you asking so politely, and your companions so-" Whatever she said next was lost as another canon ball crashed into a nearby building. Standing in the midst of the fire and smoke and chaos, her eyes bored holes into the pirate that so politely requested her and Deirdre's presence on his ship.

Deirdre whimpered, eyes wide as she peeked over Sloane's shoulder at the terrifying man. "P-please!" She spoke up in a barely audible whisper. "Just let us go home!"

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Thomas walked into the bar, surprised to see Matthew standing in the middle of the Room, "Matthew, Well cover me en' sugar and call mie a Turkish Delight. Damn you look good, haven’t seen you in ages." Matthew greeted him, walking drunkenly towards him. Thomas put his saber away as he watched Matthew walk over to a corpse. Thomas didn't mind the blood so much. He was like a kid in a candy store when the crew landed on a raid. The death and destruction got his blood flowing, but it was even better to find an old friend. "So how youa.." Thomas asked, but he was quickly interrupted, as Matthew drank some of rum in a bottle that he had found and tossed to him. Thomas smile as he caught it. "That’s a good enough answer for me." Thomas held the neck of the bottle and took a quick chug, before Matthew walked back over to him, with a newly acquired blunderbuss. "Damn does every one have one of those, I’ma starting to feel left out."

"C'mon lad, I know exactly where the real treasures in this little 'aven are. Follow me." Matthew said as he was more than a little drunk, Matthew slid just as ungracefully over the countertop and headed for the door. Before the man could trip over his own two feet, Thomas offered to help. “Oie hold on thare, let me give ye a hand.” Using his body for support, he helped Matthew outside. The two wondered until they could see Brian standing next to a pair of Lasses. "Oie! Bree-Ann, Look what I foun washed up in a bar!" Thomas said shouting over to his comrade, waving his free arm about, still holding the bottle of rum.

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Brain chuckled as the little dove started to make a comment, he though she would refuse or swear at him maybe. What ever she planed to say was lost in an explosion. The cannon ball didn't bother him so much, he had been in plenty raids like these and had nearly been hit in each of them. It would bother him if he wasn't nearly hit by a cannon ball now in a port raid.

"Alas me bonnie lass" said Brain, "I cannot let ye leave and must take ye aboard the Hound's Tooth. Not only has my captain ordered me too bit I cannot leave a pair of pretty lassies in such a dangerous place as this. Now if ye will please come with me."

"Oie! Bree-Ann, Look what I foun washed up in a bar!" echoed through the air.

Brain looked up to see a pair of his shipmates, one was waving a bottle at him. He grinned and chuckled. "Men like them my lassies" he said.

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Thomas, carrying Matthew walked over to his shipmate and the Two Lassies, He offered up the Bottle over to Brian, "Her a gift from a long loss soul." Thomas turned his head over to Sloane, and her sister, "and who might these to fine ladies be." he said with evil eyes. He shifted his banana as he studied the two young women from toe to head, and back again.

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Aboard the HMS Seeker the crew was looking forward to a few days in port. They had after all been out to sea for almost 4 months hunting privateers and buccaneers between Port Royal, Boston and England. Now they were headed into port.

Alister stood near the steersman, his eyes watching the distant shore line, they would be making port soon. The strength of the wind that billowed their sails, told Alister and the rest of the crew, they would be putting their heads to rest on solid ground.

The breeze that lifted and cascaded along the deck ruffled the blue coat of Alister, his hair untangled and danced across his face, causing him to laugh as he brushed it away. Alister was officer on deck at the moment, and his eyes were focused on that glorious vision that lay before them.

Raising his looking glass to his eye he traced the beautiful green hills of the land that they called home. Little white specks seemed to shimmer and move along the enticing verdant tapestry. Sheep, ah, perhaps he would have lamb this evening for dinner. The thought of lamb and fresh vegetables caused Alister to lower his head, as he inadvertently licked his lips. He could practically smell the food rise up and dance in his nostrils.

Alister closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, he enjoyed a good lamb ribs. Yes Alister was a naval officer, but he was a Laird from the Highlands of Scotland, well not yet, but when his father passed away he would be the next Laird of Cairn Wood. A wistful smiled crossed his lips, his vibrant green eyes flashed and danced with a mith and love of life. Alister chose this way, this life to see the world before he was shackled as the Laird of Cairn Wood, and most probably have to spend the rest of his days attending courtly functions. Functions he hated so every much.

Shaking his head slightly, he raised his looking glass again and started to see the homes and farms that lay close to the port they were headed for. Soon.

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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Sloane nearly jumped out of her skin when even more of the brutes approached. She grit her teeth, looking to the man called 'Bree-an' with righteous fury and still clutching her sister's hand. She watched out of the corner of her eye as a few of the other girls were dragged away. Some were being dragged along by their arms, some were being tugged by their hair, others were in hysterics and had been tossed over the shoulders of the pirates and were being carried away like sacks of potatoes. She came to a decision. It appeared as though running away was not an option, and clearly they weren't going to argue their way out of this fate. So they would be kidnapped with some dignity.

"Very well then, sir. If you would be so kind as to lead us, we shall accompany ye to yer little dinghy for a meeting with your cap'n, as ye be so insistent." She said coolly, putting her arm about Deirdre's shoulders. Deirdre merely sobbed, shrinking even further into herself as she shot a fearful glance towards the ship.

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Inhaling a large breath of smoke tinged air, Matthew straightened up slightly. He still leaned heavily on Thomas, but that was more because he was prone to laziness rather than being too intoxicated. After all, he had been drinking heavily almost since birth. If he couldn't stand on his own two feet now, what kind of man would he be? His world came back into focus, and there in front of him stood Brian Kelly, and two attractive young women. Young women who he had often seen around the docks, especially when the latest fishing ships arrived. He grinned a rather half drunken grin.

"Brian! You Irish dog! 'ow the devil have ya been?" He sauntered up to his old mate and clapped him on the back in greeting. "Its really quite a relief to know that Davey Jones 'as yet to claim you, you Ginger Devil!" Matthew wobbled slightly, as a cannonball exploded into a building particularly close to where the lot of them were standing. Debris sprinkled down on them, a few splinters of wood and dust landing on Matthew's very shoulders.

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The smell of gunpowder and burning wood filled the air. Charred remains littered the town. The Village was quieter now. The screams, the howling and gunshots where now far off, the silence was only disturbed by the sound of Cannon fire, that rang through every some odd minutes. The raiding party had probably head inland, leaving Brian, Thomas, and Matthew behind, with the two young ladies.

Thomas turned his head toward the ship as more cannon balls flew over the party’s head, "In the name Mother Mary, who in God's name is Shootin' them guns. Tha French." In the distance Thomas could see another ship rising from sea. "Well Well, looks like the Royal Dogs have come ta save tha day. Me old man would be proud. Best be heading back to the ship before they make port, what do you say Bree-Ann."

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"It be good to see ye sorry face again master Matthew" said Brain cheerfully, "And this pair of fine young doves be named Sloane Chester and me thinks her lovely sister that as yet to speak her name. Now I think it be best of her returned to the Hound's Tooth. Masters Matthew and Thomas, will ye kindly fallow me and my doves down to the boats?"

The cannon's roared down on the Hound's Tooth;s deck and cannon balls smashed into more buildings, thought not as close. "Don't run off my doves" said Brain, looking over his shoulder and walking at a brisk paces towards the boats, 'You might get hurt if ye do."

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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The first shouts of warning began to filter up to the group of them as they ventured towards the smaller boats. Matthew stepped over the corpse of what could have been a man, he wasn't sure. Seems the person had taken a cannonball directly to their chest, and left just bits of their upper half all over the cobblestone street. Matthew and Thomas walked behind the two women, and the pair of them couldn't help but gawk. Matthew nudged Thomas in the ribs and passed him the stolen blunderbuss.

"Here lad, 'bout time you started killin' people the proper way. A sword is all well and good, but what if your enemy is better than you with them sharp things? Best to shoot the bugger, innit?" Matthew grinned, clapped the boy on the back and moved forward. He passed the blonde girl, and gently tugged on her blonde braid, bringing it to his nose and taking a quick whiff. He grinned and mock bowed to her, as he caught up to Brian.

"Y'know, you always 'ad stunningly good taste in women, mate. Even for an Irishman."

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Re: Possibly Pirates: Seeds of Greatness

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The peel of thunder carried a long way, at first the men aboard the HMS Seeker had looked around in bewilderment as the they tried to find the source of the sound. The crew of the Seeker realized it was cannonade and it was coming from the direction of the port.

The orders rang out from the officers, "Run out the guns...we've a raider in the bay...get ready lads." Alister looked at the crew scrambling about preparing their cannons for firing. He watched with mild amusement as they had not seen a single privateer or pirate ship during their cruise, but come to port and lo and behold, a raider.

The 36 gun frigate would be more than a match for a single pirate vessel, the colors flying high in the wind, the sails billowed as the helmsman deftly controlled the vessel as they turned to port, allowing their starboard guns the opportunity to fire upon any vessel in the bay if they were closer to to the mouth of the bay than towards the docks.

Drawing his pistol, Lieutenant Alister checked the load and powder, the blood pumping now, coursing through his body carrying adrenalin with it. The brilliant green eyes dancing with eager anticipation for the events to come.

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