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Harlow quickly moved to the Forecastle deck for a better view of the other vessel. He couldn't help but think about his commands. Maybe he was being a bit too confident? He's been in multiple fights such as this one before, so why begin to doubt this one? Eventually Harlow's ship was in close proximity with the enemy vessel which he quickly walked back to the Quarter deck before seeing Alice. He looked at the speed his boat was going and thought that there was no time for telling his second mate, so he moved to his second option. He inhaled and called out, voice dominating the area more than the women's, "Slow down! And fire!" After the announcement he could feel the drag and pull of the ship causing him to nearly fall over, which would've been rather unprofessional during this time. He cleared his throat and headed to the Navigator; a man with a unkempt beard of gray and black with a hardened expression and a muscular build. "Line the ship up." He said, but the man huffed and nodded, "I've been dealing with you for enough time to know the drill Captain, now get." His voice was gravelly and rough, allowing his age to break through easier. Harlow let out a light chuckle before moving away. Eventually the loud bang rang throughout the air as the first cannon was ignited and set off. The sound was familiar and distinguishable from any other loud sound, giving a almost nostalgic feel.. |
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Sage watched the other ship move towards them, frowning slightly as it altered its course to turn and line the ships up. So there would be a fight....it didn't look like they'd be avoiding it now. He huffed out a breath and moved to stand by the end of the railing, effortlessly loading a pistol as he watched the other ship even out, the familiar weight of his blade on his hip slightly comforting. He couldn't say he wasn't a little bit excited though ....life was sometimes rather boring on a ship, and the way a good fight got his adrenaline pumping and the blood running through his veins was a feeling he enjoyed. Probably more than he should. Whatever. He scowled when the first cannon went off, shouting back at his own crew to fire at will, running back up to the steering wheel and taking his place next to the man at the helm, aiming strategically at the enemy's important people. He was looking for the captain, only finding him after a minute. His pistol was empty by then, so he drew his dagger, moving down again to block the entrance to the part of the ship with the man at the helm, the steering parts, and the entrance to the hold where all their supplies were kept. He'd keep them safe....anyone wanting to get to anything important, they'd have to get through him. And he wouldn't go down easy. |
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Heavy Downpours, Flood Warning
