Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - Armada]
07-05-2010, 07:00 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by PlumFinder.
Freedom!
Loran lay on the hard wooden deck of one of the ships, savoring his timely rescue. There were no guns aimed at his head for the moment. Noone was watching him. He supposed this was the end of alliances. One of them had died, true to what the Gentlemen had told them. None of them would be foolish enough to think their fate was avoidable. If one of the others was, despite all the evidence, he'd not make it to the end...
But then again, none of them would. Loran would see to that.
He got up and looked around. It was dark again. Someone up there seemed to like him.
There were to fleets. For a part they were mingled, but more than half of all the ships still lay facing eachother, as if preparing for battle. The calm was unnatural, though. Such a war-like scenario, a scene predicting blood and death, and no sound but for the sloshing of the waves and the creaking of the ships.
He went belowdecks. A warship such as this was bound to be stuffed with weapons, and indeed he returned shortly with a sabre behind his belt and two ancient guns. He had considered taking some gunpowder to load one of the cannons, but the casks had turned out to be too heavy. In the captain's cabin, he'd found a spy-glass and a captain's hat.
With the spy-glass, he could see both fleets better. There were too many ships to count on either side, but he wasn't looking to count them. He quickly spotted what he was looking for. A small ship, or at least smaller than theone he was on now. Small enough that he might be able to sail it on his own. It would be slow and ponderous sailing, but it would be sailing. Having a verhicle would give him an advantage, he hoped. It even had two cannons, one on either side of the ship. He started making his way towards it, all the while on his guard fort he others. He had spotted several of them on both fleets, and even a guy who was definitely not a contestant, standing on the largest ship of the other fleet.
Freedom!
Loran lay on the hard wooden deck of one of the ships, savoring his timely rescue. There were no guns aimed at his head for the moment. Noone was watching him. He supposed this was the end of alliances. One of them had died, true to what the Gentlemen had told them. None of them would be foolish enough to think their fate was avoidable. If one of the others was, despite all the evidence, he'd not make it to the end...
But then again, none of them would. Loran would see to that.
He got up and looked around. It was dark again. Someone up there seemed to like him.
There were to fleets. For a part they were mingled, but more than half of all the ships still lay facing eachother, as if preparing for battle. The calm was unnatural, though. Such a war-like scenario, a scene predicting blood and death, and no sound but for the sloshing of the waves and the creaking of the ships.
He went belowdecks. A warship such as this was bound to be stuffed with weapons, and indeed he returned shortly with a sabre behind his belt and two ancient guns. He had considered taking some gunpowder to load one of the cannons, but the casks had turned out to be too heavy. In the captain's cabin, he'd found a spy-glass and a captain's hat.
With the spy-glass, he could see both fleets better. There were too many ships to count on either side, but he wasn't looking to count them. He quickly spotted what he was looking for. A small ship, or at least smaller than theone he was on now. Small enough that he might be able to sail it on his own. It would be slow and ponderous sailing, but it would be sailing. Having a verhicle would give him an advantage, he hoped. It even had two cannons, one on either side of the ship. He started making his way towards it, all the while on his guard fort he others. He had spotted several of them on both fleets, and even a guy who was definitely not a contestant, standing on the largest ship of the other fleet.