Corosav

Felicia mounted the railings adjacent to the opposing ship and leaped onto the scorpion-woman Felicity's vessel in one daring action. The rest of her crew setting up planks and tossing lassos to grip onto the ship, whilst dodging the haphazardly-thrown throwing knives and the unfocused pellets of pistol shots. As Felicia landed, she felt another land right next to her and shifted her eye to her right to find Miss Rembrandt, the acrobat. The young girl nodded to her captain, which Felicia returned with grin of approval. She then looked around her, noticing that the women of Felicity's crew were many and were closing in fast. One was rushing towards her with a hand axe drawn, ready to bring it down on the fiery-headed Pirate Captain's head. Felicia wouldn't be dying this day, especially not to one who didn't even know how to wield her weapon properly.

She quickly drew Starshot, her magnificent barbed rapier and parried the wild blow, disarming the lady pirate. Without hesitation she then followed up with a wicked left hook to the woman's jaw, knocking her out cold. Miss Rembrandt was to her Captain's back, reaching only about Felicia's shoulders, and drew two flintlock pistols holstered at her belt. Without a moment's hesitation, she opened fire on the incoming women aiming for nonlethal areas, such as the legs and arms, in an attempt to cripple the foolish wild women. Miss Rembrandt's assault was comparable to a dance of incredible grace, a waltz of gunpowder and smoke, as whatever wild swing was thrown against her was artfully dodged with magnificent prowess and returned with a pellet to a crippling area. Nearly every shot she fired hit and whenever a reload was needed, it was done so incredibly fluidly; leaving many a lady pirate gripping their legs, arms, shoulders and other nonlethal areas in excruciating pain on the ground. When more of them came at her, she began fighting defensively, using her pistols to parry then retaliate as taught to her by her captain. If she wasn't going for a shot, she was going for a wicked crack to the head or neck with the smoking hot barrels of her flintlocks, leaving even more of the lady pirates with burns upon their faces and necks.

Felicia believed she had bigger fish to fry and walked with a stoic sense of fortitude about the deck of Felicity's vessel. Attempts on her life were met with parries, lucky ones were slugged or merely grabbed by the neck or other body part and tossed to the side by the tall woman, others who attempted more daring heroics were met with the cruel barb of Starshot to a lethal area such as the side of the abdomen or the temple and were left at Felicia's unforgiving boot. As she dealt with any of the opposing crew that attempted to rush at her without effort, the loud 'plonk' noise of Iron Skull planks could be heard greeting the railings of Felicity's bucket of a ship, allowing more of the expertly-trained Iron Skulls to come aboard and help the two lady pirates in dealing with the undisciplined scoundrels of the dingy they had engaged.

"Gyaah!" exclaimed Mister Briggs nervously as he narrowly evaded an assault from the enemy pirate captain. Thank goodness his crewmate had arrived to give him the leeway he needed to remain on the gundeck to find his weapon of choice.
"Thanks!" he exclaimed to his brawny companion, the man not turning his attention from the Felicity for one moment. Briggs understood and began to scour the gundeck for his stashed weapon.
"Briggs!" yelled Mister Ryan, who acknowledged Briggs' attention with a wink then holding up a long-barreled Blunderbuss rifle. "I think you'll be needing this!" said the athletically built man, who tossed the weapon to Briggs then turned back towards the cannons continuing to fire back at the enemy ship, brandishing a flintlock pistol just in case.
"Thanks, Ryan!" Briggs exclaimed, catching his blunderbuss and starting back for the main deck. Briggs' eyes weren't only good for being an amazing lookout, but also a crack shot with any sort of firearm. He made a dash for the ships railing, then knocked over a few conveniently placed barrels with the butt of his rifle for some extra cover as he then crouched down and began to pick off the pirates from the female crew one by one. Trying his hardest to not aim for a killshot and one that would just put the woman down, Briggs' primary concern was covering the pirates already on the deck of the enemy ship. The boys downstairs would cover him if anyone attempted to jump him from behind and no one would be getting across the Iron Skull planks and long as "Bulls-eye Briggs" was behind the barrel.

Back on Felicity's ship, Felicia was getting incredibly angry. She didn't want to have to go below deck to find that devil woman and challenge her captain-to-captain. She had made her way up towards the ships' wheel and looking as her crew was butchering the disorganized women who called themselves pirates. As always, killing blows were to be avoided whenever possible, but that didn't stop a few of the Iron Skulls from connecting attacks that would put their opposition into a permanent coma. Felicia looked from her new vantage point at the raised deck of the wheel and began to grip Starshot tightly with anger.
"GRAAAAH!!" The large woman yelled and thrust Starshot into the wheel of the ship in a manner that resembled the way one would go about stabbing a man through the heart whilst laying down. She was mad, mad at the cowardice of Felicity. The one who started this massacre was nowhere to be found, which steamed the fiery redhead's temper to no end. Suddenly as if to attempt some foolish bravado, four lady pirates took positions in an attempt to surround Felicia, then attacked. Felicia's eyes narrowed, this was the worst mistake of these ladies' lives.
"Where..." she started, intercepting an incoming rapier thrust with a sideways dodge and retaliating by gripping the face of the woman tightly, raising her off her feet and muffling her groans of pain, which made her drop her weapon.
"Is..." she continued, as one of the women attempted another rapier slash on the emerald-eyed captain. Felicia stamped the heel of her boot onto the deck, forcing a blade out the tip of the sole which was then quickly acquainted with the reckless woman's knee by means of a devastating spinning kick, bringing her to the ground in agonizing pain.
"Your..." she went on, eying an assailant who was armed with a flintlock pistol. As a reaction, Felicia tossed the woman she held by the head over her shoulder with the momentum her previous attack at the woman, who reacted to this assault by firing her pistol directly at the projectile-woman's back. Unfortunately, the shot did little to stop the momentum of the flying woman, causing her to crash into the shooter which threw them both overboard.
"CAPTAIN?!" She finished with a booming voice, giving the final assailant a glare that would rival death's beckoning hand. The woman stood in a fear-induced paralysis, dropping her weapon and retreating away from the enraged captain. A wise move. Felicia then looked over the wheel of the boat onto it's main deck once again, ripping Starshot from the vessel's wheel.
"WHERE IS FELICITY?!"

Felicity had managed to escape the brawny man, impaling a rapier into the side of his lag. While he was injured, he was not killed. His stamina was extraordinary, as she observed when he left to destroy the rest of her crew. Felicity climbed to the back of Felicia's ship and she noticed a man was firing a pistol into her ship's crew. She dashed up the rigs, and climbed the sails until she could manage to jump onto the crows nest. The man up there noticed hands were trying to grab on, So he attempted to sabotage her assault. He dismantled one of her hands from the nest and she flung herself around the pole to the other side. If she fell, it would mean death. Not because that the fall itself would kill her, she would be so dangerously unconscious that anyone, could easily kill her by stepping on her face. The man in the nest had not noticed, and he was attempting to find her. The crews seemed to be fighting pretty much even. The more trained Iron Skulls were grouping up, dodging most of the attacks, while various throwing knives just sliced their clothing, only a few reaching their flesh. Felicity grabbed the man in the nest's neck from behind with the knife, and slitted his neck. He fell over, and fell over Felicity's head, and landed on the ship deck below. Felicity climbed down as quickly as possible. As she was climbing, Felicity had noticed the Medusa-ugly woman with snaky red hair attacking the women on her ship. She grew incredibly angry, and threw a knife, from the extremely far range to her Baglah, The Shuyati. She noticed the sharp, delicate throwing knife fly straight towards her, slashing the air and other chemical materials. The knife has flown just past her face. But with that eyepatch, she may of not noticed. She laughed to herself in her failure. Felicity dropped down to ship, because by the length she had climbed down the altitude was not so high to have damaged herself. She noticed a group of Felicia's crewmates were parrying every attack. Most of the throwing knifes hit, but because of their skilled stamina, they managed to get over it. Throwing knives didn't have much of an effect on the brawny men and women when thrown. But most of the speed-style builds it could decapitate them for an easy kill. Her crew was expertly trained in throwing knives. Even at far ranges, they mainly gave a hit to their target. While they didn't have much of an expertise with pistols or any other projectile weapons, they did make up for it with close range attacks with their own style of taekwondo, and with their throwing knives to be used as small daggers. She looked down as throwing knives were implanted in the armor of the brawny men, but they pulled them out as if they were nothing. Felicia jumped onto one of the woman's back. She managed to throw her off, and Felicity was nearly knocked off the boat with the blow of a sharp rapier. She managed to grab onto the side of the ship, and pulled herself up. The woman attempted to dash at her with another blow with the rapier. She seemed to be trained expertly with it, but she as Felicity had climbed up, the dashing woman made an attempt to stop, but Felicity flipped her over into the nearby waters. She laughed, but she had also noticed there was few others around, too. She dispatched a few throwing knives into the brawny men, mainly towards the legs because they were least guarded there. While she managed to get some of them successfully make a difference on their fighting, most of them implanted into their harsh greaves. Harsh metal brutes, Felicity muttered.

As most of eachother's crew was either dead or crippled, she went to go find Felicia, who was probably attempting to overthrow her crew. Felicity yelled out to the ship she was disembarking,

"You confounded, confused little monkeys!" she yelled, with throwing knives ready to implant into skulls to the men who were responding to her meaningless taunt. Being on the rope crossing the two ships, the brawny men were scared to climb on there, their armor being too much to mantain good balance. She noticed a woman who was slashing all of her ladies with bullets coming from pistols. She seemed to be dancing around.

"Hey you!" Felicity yelled, and at the blink of an eye a throwing knife was dispatched by her hip and implanted in the woman's thigh. She managed to shoot a few more bullets, but she eventually succumbled to her wound. She walked over and laid her rapier next to the woman's neck. She looked as if she had given up defeat, knowing she had no chance. But a man had jumped behind her with a heavy sword, and Felicity just had time to move out of the way, as Analeil had thrown her out. Analeil slashed the man on his arm, but he still was fine. Felicity jumped off the side of the ship and jumped on the man's back, throwing him down, unexpectadly. Analeil raised her rapier to his throat, but Felicity stopped her.

"Wait. Just a few blows to the legs. We're going to show Felicia her dead, unforgiving bodies of her dissaranged crew, lying all over the groud in mortal pain." Felicity orated, her voice elevated as Analeil began to smile. The crews were both becoming less prominent, but Felicia was no where to be found.

"Where is this bitter woman!" she yelled, looking around the two ships.

Felicia looked at the antics of the opposing captain, the dirty siren known as Felicity.
"Haha, you're more blind than I if you can't see me standing where you're supposed to be, foolish child!" Felicia crowed condescendingly at the opposing captain. Though her bravado was strong and almost infallible, inside Felicia wept for those of her crew had fallen in this ridiculous melee. Unable to shed a tear in the heat of battle, she simply let the sorrow free with a thought.
'You... Idiots. Rest in peace...' Those still alive would not be dying today, not if she had anything to say about it.

"I'm right here! What's say you and I finish this thing, kid?" Felicia boasted again, but before she could do anything more she felt an intense cannonball strike shake the very foundation of Felicity's ship. Her eye darted to the Valiant Spear's gundeck as an unmistakable scent was agitated her nostrils.
'A Fireball...?' she thought, then felt an explosion from under the deck of the child-captain's ship. It was a fire-ignited cannonball that had caught the ship on fire and was now causing the barrels of Felicity's gunpowder to explode from underneath her feet. Felicia's countenance became an uneasy one, she had ordered her men to not use incredibly lethal force like this. It was unnerving that her crew would deliberately disobey a direct order because of a few deaths. She took one last look at Felicity and bit her lip.

"Retreat! Off the ship! NOW! All hands to cover! Let's get off this deathtrap!" she exclaimed, and rushed down onto the main deck, lifting up the injured Miss Rembrandt. "You ain't dying today, kid. Not on my watch. You're way too young." She said, with a smile. The small-framed brunette looked back up at her captain with a smile, then with extreme pain as the knife in her hip was ripped out forcefully. Carrying a person like Miss Rembrandt didn't slow Felicia as she rushed towards her ship and onto a plank, crossing over to the Valiant Spear.

"Captain? What are you-" the elderly Mister Briggs was interrupted by his captain. "Get below deck! Tell those brawny bastards and Mister Ryan to cover our mates up top! That ship is going to sink, no doubt!" she exclaimed, rushing Miss Rembrandt into her captain's quarters. This one couldn't die, not her.

Without another word, Briggs got up from his post and kept his on eye the melee as to not get hit by a knife or a pistol pellet, stray or otherwise. He quickly slid to the gundeck where the brawnier men were led by Mister Ryan were located, loading up and firing the cannons.
"Hey guys! Ryan! Listen up!" Briggs said, the men and Ryan turning towards him.
"We need ya up on the main deck and over on the other ship! We're in full retreat!" he didn't know who launched the devastating attack on the enemy ship and he didn't care, he just wanted to get all the survivors back on-deck as soon as possible. A crew with only ten people on it needed every person it could get, but unfortunately he knew there would be casualties.

Mister Ryan perked up and turned to his men. "All right, men! Let's head over there and get those survivors, we can't leave anyone behind!" he exclaimed, and all the men rushed up on deck. There was only one man left after Ryan's men left on the rescue. Briggs recognized the man as the one he had warned at his Captain's behest and instantly made the connection between the fireball cannon shot that would eventually sink the opposing ship and the one who shot it. Briggs walked up to the man, slightly disgruntled as to the parleyed man's actions.
"Hey, you. I... Appreciate the help on behalf of our captain, but I'd think it best if you left." Briggs said, calmly as he could.

Felicia suddenly appeared on the main deck of the Valiant Spear without the injured Miss Rembrandt. She surveyed the area, Mister Ryan and his brawny buddies rushing back and forth with injured bodies, unfortunately the few dead would need to be left behind. On half of Ryan's company was covering their escape and the other half were carrying bodies and getting them to a secure place in the decks below the Spear. Felicia then rushed across the planks over towards the burning, exploding ship, locating Felicity. She kept her distance as she addressed the child-captain.

"Listen well, child!" Felicia exclaimed, giving the girl a look of urgency. "Your ship is going down. Get your crew off, now!" Felicia's words left her tongue like a whip, cracking on the ears of Felicity with urgency. It was against her better judgment, but she hated senseless death and sacrificed people, this wench included.

Felicity was in her own zone now. The explosions defeaned her beneath her ship, and screams and yells were barely heard from across the two boats. It took her long to know that Felicia was escaping. Her ship was sinking, the gunpowder was burning. Felicity screamed at the bloody-haired woman. She had sunk her ship and killed her women. Their ship was beginning to float away, but for her, this fight was not finished. She ordered Analeil to follow her.

"While we're gone, I put May in charge. Do whatever she says." she yelled quickly, as she grabbed throwing knives. Then the two sprinted up to the back of their Shuyati, and jumped towards Felicia's ship. It was a world-breaking long leap, even though they barely managed to catch on the back of the sailing ship unnoticed. They climbed up and found themselves a Safe Haven on the side of the ship, without anyone to see them or fall. They armed themselves ready in case anyone came by. They were going to rip their ship when the time came by. Felicia would live no longer! Felicity almost felt like yelling that true statement, but the voices from on-deck stopped her from doing so. She looked back at the Shuyati, watching her women dive into the water to the shores of Corosav, to seek themselves a Haven until their captain, Emmanuelle Felicity IV the Great returned from their destruction upon Felicia. Analeil looked out to the side, holding onto a nearby rope hanging down from the boat staring at their ship, the Shuyati. They had known that ship for years, now its gone. She couldn't get used to it. Perhaps she would have to catch rides on the back of other ships, she joked inside her head. Felicity hung onto the boat, it leaning out. But this boat was gigantic. They could possibly sometime seek a room where no one went, to hang on to sleep. And if their ship engaged in combat, it would give them an even better oppurtinity to infiltrate the incendiary crow-woman. She wasn't sure. She had told them to abandon their ship because it was sinking. Odd woman, she thought. Analeil layed their speechless, although they should always be at this moment, while facing her innocent look. She was restless, and they looked out onto the ocean, and their women swimming back to Corosav.

A shrill Scream erupted from above the gundeck. Drake was unable to tell whether it was human or not, though it most likely was one of the captains. As Felicity's ship was now sinking in a volcanic bravado. Drake watched the gunmen scramble updeck to meet their captain, himself staying behind, holding his unfinished explosive in his right hand. Drake walked out to one of the many gunner's window's and threw his container into the bloody sea. The Canonball landing with a heavy "Kerploosh", the blonde haired captain trailed the water as it rose and noticed something from the corner of his eye. It was a green sail, Belle had finally gotten Mosswind going, he was glad she made it to the crew without getting hurt.

Reaching into his pocket, Drake slowly pulled out his green bandanna. Walking back to his manned canon, he slowly and dexterously laid it onto it and tied it down. It's emerald sheen would hve been easily spotted by antbody walking down to the gundeck Although truly only one would remember who it belonged too. Drake stuck his head of the Gunner's window and after pushing the canon a few feet back, he was able to fit his whole figure through. He did so, and dived back into the salty ocean, he began swimming twards his vessel, which was quickly aproaching him, shouts of excitement grew from it's hull. The men and women were obviously happy to see their captain alive. A canon fired, and a chain-shot erupted from the canon, the ball itself landing in the water. Because the shot was mostly chain, the actualy "Ball" was small and much lighter than most canonshots. Drake was able to swim out and grap it before it began to sank. He gave a small tug on the chain, still warm from the blast and was rewarded with a gigantic pull that sent him skipping across the water (literally)
, this continued untill he was within 20 feet of hs vessel. In which the tugging stopped and a rope ladder was then lowered, Drake let go of his ride and hurriedly swam to the Ladder, scurrying up it's rungs like a spider on caffeine. He was unable to shake the water out of his head before at least three crewmates tackle hugged, gladly shouting their feelings of his return.

By the time that he had finally shaken off the rest of his crew, Night had fallen and The ship had already made it's way out of Corosav, infact it was no longer in the Karona ocean, as they were now sailing the calm but long waters of the Naeron. They were really not heading anywhere as of the moment, but we're just camping out oversea, Corosav was wasted unfortunately; so after grabbing all their materials and loot, the crew boarded there ship.

Now as i have stated earlier, night had fallen, and Drake stood alone by the wheel of his War sloop. Small lanterns hung around to give him substantial light. It had just now hit him... it was quiet... a bit too quiet, he had also remembered that Belle was nowhere to be found during his welcome aboard party. Drake calmly stood from his driving chair and walked farther along the upper hull untill he made contact with it's railing that divided it from the lower decks. He saw a bored crewman swabbing the decks in a dance-like pattern. Drake called out "'ey Norris, where's Belle been all night?" Drake asked somewhat quizzically. After realizing what his captain had said, Norris looked back at Drake with a devilish grin. "Well i dunno captain... why don't you check your quarters?" he said it with a cryptic tone, but Drake unfortunately understood what he meant. "That's right..... one whole month..." Said drake somewhat ominously, he slowly turned his head to his cabin door and began to walk closer to it.

He slowly unbolted it and walked into the hallway leading to his bedcabin. Lowly lit lanturns hung on the walls, each giving of a faint odor of incense, the floor was covered in petals, of what species Drake could not identify. The incense gave a warm, almost hypnotizing smell, that made drake feel somewhat lightheaded. However he contnued walking forward, slowly, and as silently as he could manage, Belle wasn't known for hear hearing. He made his way to his door and stuck his ear to the wood, small gasps were audible through the doorway. Drake smiled, he'd catch her completely off guard, He knocked on the foor 3 times and a few bumps and other noises came from the room, obviously from a woman who was trying to hide something. A few seconds passed before Drake heard the words "Come in..." Drake walked inside to See similar design alterations like in the hallway, yet their was much more incense, and the windows were closed, yet their curtains hung open. His bed was suprisingly empty, he walked in and sat down only to have the door behind him slammed shut By Belle, who stood their with awkward posture as her clothes seemed to be just staying on, her eyes seemingly hungry, a wicked smile running across her face, and her telescope being held in her right hand. "A whole month..." Belle said, before jumping onto Drake.

Now according to the rules of the gateway i am not legally allowed to post what continues from hereon, however i will incline that there was many noises made, many rules broken, and many religions foiled in the rest of that night. And regardless to whatever happened, Drake never had once wondered why he even allowed her to do this, yet he continued through the night, welll they did... and by morning... well let's just call it a "Happy Ending" Shall we?