Tortuga

Sten warched as Ben sailed out of tortuga. "Well shite" he muttered. He had found someone of decent sword skill and he couldn't fight him . He groaned as he thought of what to do next. He still hadn't found a crew to sail with and ben and rain were his best bet at that. He saw rain walk out of the inn to get marina some food and clothes. "Hey Rain" he said. She turned to look at him . "When she wakes up we're going after that bastard and don't worry about how cause i know a guy". He turned to walk back imto the tavern "Henry" he muttered

As sten and rain ran to the center of town, he thought of what ben must be doing right now. Probably still sitting in that little sailboat. He thought about it some more and remember how impulsive he was. The batsard probably stole a man's fishing boat. Marina had spoken a bit before passing out again. "Nobody ever risked their lives for me" she had said. Ha he wasn't risking his life he was too good to die in a petty battle like that. As they bursted through the door of Mr. Thatch's clinic he imagined his death. Him standing on a ship with a crew backing him up, and as sten was spinning for another attack there would be the sound of a gunshot ringin in the air, and he smiled as he fell into darkness.

Not far from the Isle of Tortuga

Cannons fired, guns shot, shouts of death and battle filled the air. The calm sea was disturbed by a great naval battle of two british naval brigs attacking a pirate brig. 'Victoria', the name of the pirate vessel stood out in the light of the rising sun, although. The nameplate was quickly destroyed by a speeding cannonball. The crew were panicking, manning the cannons on both sides, trying hard to defeat the damned british. But, the cannonfire stopped. One of the british brigs had sailed close to the Victoria, british soldiers jumped over and boarded the vessel, drawing their swords for battle.

Connor was seen on the top deck, holding one of his many flintlock pistols. His attention was grabbed by one of the british soldiers swinging their bayonetted musket, straight for the chest. Although, it stopped. Connor had grabbed the barrel of the musket, thrusting his pistol forward, holding it close towards the poor soul's eye. He pulled the trigger, a large bang occurred as the bullet was fired straight into the man's eye. Killing him. But it wasn't done. Connor pulled the musket from the corpse's falling body and swung it forward once more, stabbing yet another soldier in the stomach, another bang occurred as the musket was fired, killing the soldier even more.

But then, luck was not on the pirate's side. The second british brig had managed to fire a cannonball into the Victoria, igniting the large gunpowder storage. The Victoria then followed on with an explosion, ripping the vessel in half. The force of the explosion threw Connor overboard and into the ocean. He then lay there, floating silently, face down. The pirates had failed, the captain killed and their greatest crew member overboard, let alone their ship sinking slowly into the vastness of the sea.

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A few hours later on the coast of Tortuga

The calm coast of the Isle of Tortuga. The calm beach was majestic, the small waves crashing softly as they broke against the warm sand. All was calm.
Suddenly, the calm sea was broken. A character suddenly broke it's way out of the sea, dressed in soaking wet rags, a black long coat covered the large amount of flintlock pistols strapped across the character's body. It stepped forward, tired. The feet sinking into the wet sand until they had reached the dryness of the beach. The sand beneath slowly grew wet as the clothing dripped.
It was Connor, breathing heavily out of fatigue, throwing his wet, now-useless guns onto the sand and emptying his pockets of drenched ammunition and gunpowder. All of which were useless.

It wasn't long until the body collapsed, falling to the ground with a thud. Unconscious.

Sten knew what he did was right. If she had kept thrashing like that her wound could have been opened. He kept telling himself that but it didn't take much effect. He sat outside waiting for the doctor and rain to emerge with a look of guilt on his face. "Shit" he sighed. The doctor came out telling sten what he did was a good thing but he didn't approve of the way he had done it. "Tell Rain that I'm going for a walk" he told Mr. Thatch.

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.