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         Ghost ran along the dock with Marcus at her heels. "Did you get it?" She wispered back towards Marcus. Marcus glanced back to see a soldier loading a musket, "yea it's in your ship.". A shot rang out, and whent through the side of her hood missing her head my millimeters. She yelled at her ships crew to start to set sail then grabbed onto the rope ladder on the side of the ship, helped Marcus to it, then nimbly ra up the ladder, with Marcus not as quick, who gets hit in the side by another shot. She snatches a musket from one of her crew and fires hitting the soldier in the neck. "Help him up." She told the crew and handed the fired musket to the person she took it from. Then walked to the captain's quarters to fix her hood.

         And thus, the monstrous ship fired.

Nearby, on the sea, Black Jaw's ship had approached the port. Its cannons monstrous and powerful as it tore away at the port, sending men onto the land alas as they neared the shore. The englishmen were caught by surprise, but that didn't stop the from immediately taking action as the pirates landed upon shore. The walking board collapsed onto the sand, as wide and long as a drawbridge. Through the explosion of sand, gunshots could be seen going randomly towards the port as cannons continued to fire. And as the last man left the ship, Black Jaw himself approached the land.

He was tall and slender looking, yet if seen more intense he'd be toned. He walked leisurly, as if nothing in the world mattered with his hand resting its palm on his sword and his other in the air as he walked. Whenever an englishman attempted to fire at him, one of his pirates would fire first, ending that soldier's life. As if it was planned, he normally walked into the port, followed by the yells and manical laughs of his small army of pirates.

Then, he drew his sword. With a swift trip of the man's approached foot with his sword, he twirled around and with his free arm, slammed the soldier's skull into the edge of the counter. He wiped his hand off on the soldier's vest and continued to walk forward, down the narrow path which led to the more forward area of the port. With an insane smile on his face, he twirled his sword thrice and sped forward, eager to find yet another englishman and end his days.

         Ghost Walked into the tavern with grim, yet optimistic spirits. She ordered a drink, then fished out a gold coin. She waved the server off, then listened the the afternoon conversations...

         Nighttime on a beach of Tortuga

All was calm, the calming scent of the seaside filled the air. The beach was clean, except for the 20 or so flintlock pistols thrown across the sand, useless, and the debris leftover from the ship "Victoria" that was washed up. Alongside the debris lay Connor. Groaning and coughing as he finally came to, rising up into a sitting position as he familiarized himself with his surroundings.

"...Tortuga. I think." He spoke, his voice croaky and dry.

It wasn't long until he pulled himself up on his two legs, looking around the area before turning around and staggering up the beach and into the forest. Hopefully, he will find something, like an inn...

The next post will be in the Black Patch Tavern, a couple days after Connor had awoken.