Despite the usual Caribbean humidity, young Captain Hi shivered. He knew there will be more blood then salt in the water by the end of the day. A shout of orders was heard from Villeneuva and Hi went back to work.
"Relax matey," said John, "I'll find us a way to get out of this."
"And if he won't, I will!' joked Ben.
Hi smiled nervously and continued tying the ropes to the mainsail.
Camber stood on the deck of the Predator and watched the horizon. He knew behind him the French ships were to aid him as he told them of his plan the night before. The sound of the gun crews below him were full of metal clanks and the pouring a of powder; the sound right before a battle.
"We will aid the French on this mission," said Camber to his first mate, Simmons. "If this battle upsets our king back home, his majesty would like us to be allies with the French rather than the Spanish."
"Of course sir. Anything else?" Simmons asked.
"I want smart sailing on this ship. Tell the crew to fight with chain, rather than round. I want to have the pirates in jail rather than the sea floor."
"Very good, sir."
Simmons went off to rely the message.
Camber stood facing Avarica's pirated isle.
At noon the two fleets clashed. Fiery shots came from below and musket balls rained from above. Pirates and privateer, thief and marine fought all worried about what would happen at the end of the battle.
John, Ben and Hi boarded a French ship in the heat of the battle. There fighting methods were bizarre to any fencing instructor. One moment they would deliver a perfect coupe-de-grace and the next a harsh blow to the groin. They fought with savagery and grace.
But could that save them from Chevalle?
rly though ppl need to start posting it all on one thread because this is becoming ridiculous
