Battle Log Five

Borris and Leonardo vs the Right Flank

The water was hard against Leonardo's feet as he ran, and he thought to himself that Cotton had a truly incredible power.

Damn it. I still have such a long way to go.

Borris swung his sword twice, and two more cannonballs disintegrated in fiery explosions. "Keep your eyes open, Lenny. Now isn't the time to get distracted!" He said, spurring on the young rookie.

Not that he saw him that way. Lenny was a mature man, with mental fortitude far beyond his age. The way he saw it, he was more unpolished than a rookie.

"Which ship?" Leonardo asked, and Borris pointed at the third farthest one. "Leave the closest two to Caine and Allen! We'll cut them off from there!" He yelled, and sped up. It was getting bothersome to cut through all the cannonfire.

Battle Log Six

Jessica March's ship, "The Uncertainty"

"WHAT DO WE DOOOO?!" The Captain of this particular ship was...screaming.

A number of bottles of rum had been emptied by now, and broken glass littered the deck. Even as the men were firing and reloading the cannons around her, she continued sobbing without shame or even an attempt to hide it.

Her dark red jacket, which was dark enough to pass as black, was crumpled and covered with tears and rum. The shorts she wore were far too small for her and stopped just partway to her knees.

"Ah...uh...today is the day! Today is the day I die, I can feel it!" The redhead cried, wiping her tears with a label she had ripped off from one of the bottles. She gripped her short, braided hair as she did so, tugging at it reflexively.

She was lying on top of the ship's wheel with her arms twisting through the wooden handles that jutted out from the sides. Her tears and snot was all over the rim, and left dark splotches on her bright red scarf, which was a shade brighter than her own hair.

Out of nowhere, a foot slammed right into her bum, sending her flying off the wheel. "CAPTAAAAIN!" The deafening voice belonged to the female vice-captain of the ship, Gina Love.

She was quite tall, with black framed glasses and sported short blonde hair that extended upwards like a cockatoo's crest. Her grey vest had the words "LOVE" written on the back in black font, and the tattoo of a tiny heart was beneath her right eye.

"Waaaaaah! Now you're bullying me too, Gina? On my day of death?!" She squealed, turning around to lie on her back. Frustrated and thoroughly fed up, Gina sat down on Jessica's waist, making sure she placed her hands on her breasts to "support" herself.

"Stop with that crying! You're a goddamn Captain, aren't you? So why the hell do you need to cry during every fight?" She scolded, secretly enjoying kneading Jessica's tits at every word.

Before she could continue, Jessica swung a fist into her jaw and flung her across the deck, before she was stopped by the wooden railing. "What are you talking about?! This is Whitebeard's fleet we're fighting! The second most dangerous pirate in the world! They're going to target me for sure!" She squealed, grabbing at her braid frantically.

Gina rubbed her jaw, which was throbbing in pain. For a coward, she's unbelievably gifted with Ley. And nobody would've expected her to have been such a tactical genius either. She forced herself back to her feet and stared at Jessica, who had fallen to her knees and was now mumbling something about dying to herself.

"Alright, Captain. You should know just as well as I do that there's no way they'd choose this ship ahead of the two in front of us. Why the hell would they possibly ignore the rest and jump here of all places?" Gina asked, pointing at the defensive wall the enemies had raised.

With tears building up in her eyes, Jessica opened her mouth to answer.

"My, my. What have we here?"

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Huh?

Gina turned to the bow, and saw a middle-aged man with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail strolling towards the men on near the bow, with a rusty old sword in hand. "A Captain who is crying her eyes out kneeling near the wheel? Pretty funny!" He said merrily, ignoring the screaming and yells of the pirates around him.

"What are you waiting for?! Get him!" She yelled, before realizing she had just ordered a dozen men to their demise.

Borris whipped the battered sabre in a clean arc, shattering through the far sharper swords the men had raised towards him. The broken halves clattered to the floor, leaving his opponents stunned as they held on to the useless hilts of the now toothless blades.

"H-Huh? That can't be!" One of them cried, his voice shaking in terror as he stared in disbelief at the pieces of mangled steel on the floor. "With that old ass blade? Seriously?"

The man next to him raised his leg and stomped on his foot with all his might. "Calm yourself, Maire! If the sword breaks, resort to the pistol!" He said, and snapped out a small gun from the inside of his torn black coat.

Borris sighed, and raised the sword to his shoulder to rest his arm. "Good grief...I don't like to prolong killing people this way you know. Its so much easier to take the life of someone you don't know at all." He muttered, with his eyes suddenly out of focus, as if he were looking at something else rather than the short, curly-haired man before him with a gun in hand.

I've mellowed far too much with time.

He fired, and Borris dodged with little effort, bending his knees and feeling Ley ripple as the bullet passed just above the back of his head.

SCHLOP. With ease, he thrust the tip of his sword through the man's jaw and out from the back of his skull. "How embarrassing, for my sword to not even feel the need to Ignite at your touch."

The man next to him- Maire, was it?- stumbled and fell to the floor, his face twisted in shock. And then there wasn't a face at all, because Borris had simply sliced through the center of his face vertically, causing it to disappear in a puff of flame and smoke.

BANG. He felt the bullet unraveling the Ley behind him before he heard it, and pulled his arm behind him to deflect the shot. Without pause, he pushed the sabre forward and thrust it through the shooter's chest, making him spit out a handful of blood to the floor.

The plump man met eyes with him for a moment, and Borris saw that they were the eyes of a man who knew he was doomed.

BOOM.

A gaping hole opened up through his chest, shattering his ribs and crushing everything underneath. His shoulder was caught in the blast, and completely disjointed his arm. It fell to the side of his waist, upper arm and all, with a thick string of flesh the only thing still attaching it to the body.

Upon seeing the man's lifeless eyes, Borris gently pushed his body to the floor. Remarkable that he remained standing after that.

The others who were surrounding him were now quickly retreating, knowing this was a fight they could never win. "Captain! We need your help Captain Jessica!" One of them yelled, waving at the quivering woman balancing herself against the wheel on one shaky leg. The other seemed to have given way entirely.

Borris stared at her with mild interest. He knew Blackbeard would never appoint a coward to serve for him as a ship captain...so what exactly was the reason for this woman to be directly under him?

Should be cautious.

Gina adjusted her glasses as she turned her head towards the man glaring at Jessica, and withdrew her dagger. "Alright, Captain. We've got to get this sucker off the ship. Blackbeard gave us orders, so we have to follow them...right?" She felt calmer just by knowing she was beside her.

"Right...right. I, um...I forgot the orders. My memory's too fuzzy right now." Jessica replied, rapidly thumping her left leg on the floor to try and get the feeling back in it.

With a groan, Gina recollected the moment vice-captain Yale had walked up to her and Jessica with Blackbeard's orders while they were assembled at the little rock near Tierra Dorada.

"Don't you remember? We're one of the three Captains who've been assigned the job of directly fighting Whitebeard! We can't waste time on fodder like him!" She asked, rubbing her knuckles on the top of Jessica's head.

H-Huh? We are? She thought, rummaging through her memories for a couple seconds before giving up. There was no way anybody could remember anything in this situation.

Borris twirled the sword in one hand and shrugged in a sort of disappointed manner. "Is that all? I thought you were pirates who were ready to die for your cause...but clearly I was expecting too much from Blackbeard's pets." He noted with interest that the girl standing next to the Captain of the ship appeared to be blind, yet wore the frame of a pair of glasses, which were lacking any lenses.

"In any case...let's see what the strongest one has to offer." He said to himself, and pointed the tip of his weapon at the trembling woman propped up next to the wheel.

He watched carefully as the woman began to raise her shaking hand...and then noticed something.

A massive spike in Ley, coming from the ship just behind this one.

Fuck! Lenny!

Without a word, he sprinted as fast as he could at the back of the ship, which happened to be exactly where the Captain stood.

"AHH! DIIEE!" She screeched fearfully, and Borris felt his teeth rattle as something exploded just inches from his legs. He felt Ley gathering just in front of him and leaped to the left, just barely missing a massive concentrated ball of air that slammed into the floor, wrecking everything in the vicinity. The force very nearly threw him off his feet and right into the sea, but he managed to escape that embarrassment and skipped off the railing.

Hold on, Lenny. I'm on my way.