Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140616135216/@comment-4681758-20140710151147

Hearing the explosion, Silver and Cassandra ran out of the cabin, and found the ship in a panic. They kept hearing screams about how the brig was on fire, the prisoners escaped, and that they were making off with Vane's ship.

"Mr. Morgan, status report, NOW!  ...MR. MORGAN!  ...SAM!!!"

Hearing the captain's cry, Silver's deck officer ran up to him. "...He's dead, Cap'n.  The Anima turned the swivels on him and blew him halfway to Hell.  Far as we can tell, he and the bitch set off an powder keg down in the brig, and used the fire as cover for an escape.  The cut the lines to the Miss Fortune, and they're making for open water now."

"...Cass, take the helm.  I'll handle the fire down in the brig.  Mr. Hawkins!"

"Aye, sir!"

"Tell the men we're making to fight."

A giant smile crossed Cassandra's face as she replied, "Aye, Silver!" and ran off to grab the helm. The newly-promoted quartermaster then asked, "Any plans for this attack, sir?"

"Aye.  Load the guns with chain shot, bring down their masts.  We board 'em, slaughter most of them.  But leave the mercs and at least three of their new crew alive.  We still need bait for the beast."

"And, what are your plans for the mercs, sir?"

"When we catch them, we keelhaul them."

"Aye aye, sir!"

With the crew returning to their posts, Cassandra brought the ship around, and was making speed on the Miss Fortune quickly. As the ship came closer into sight, Cassandra called out to the crew on deck, "Ready the cannons and your cutlasses, lads!  There'll be blood before the day is done!"

Down in the brig, Silver saw several of his crew doing their best to quench the fires in the brig, but they couldn't throw enough water down quickly enough. Seeing the hole the two had blasted through the wall, Silver began to control a stream of water down into the brig, and by the time the first cannon fired on the Miss Fortune, the fire was all but gone.