I was more than a little intimidated by their antics for one additional reason. We’re known, while they may have heard of this ship and it’s combat ability (I’ll admit that I just joined the crew a week ago, so I don't know how strong we are as a fighting crew, but others definitely will) we (or at least I) haven't heard anything about them or their abilities.So let’s do some deductive reasoning here they, have a high possibility of knowing us this ship and it’s crew’s fighting abilities (lets not forget they were sent here as a trap.This was supposed to be a regular merchant ship not a military vessel) While they’re completely unknown. Suddenly I was holding my boarding pike a lot tighter my knuckles turning white.I stood up now that the firing had stopped with many deaths and wounds on both sides.My heart started pounding in my chest my palms, tightly latched onto the pike started to sweat, if I hadn’t just thrown up I feel that I definitely would’ve now. I started trembling a bit my eyes suddenly started tearing up.But both ships were committed neither one giving an inch in this damnable fight for plunder.I got up and still trembling lurched back towards the center of the ship to get away from the railing. Only to suddenly feel a strong grip clamp down on my shoulder and push me forward.”Get forward against that rail boy, and be prepared to stick whichever pig wants onto our ship.”Said the man who was steadily forcing me forward. I hadn't made it far so I was back up to the railing before the last couple of yards were closed.”HAHAHAHA!”The man suddenly burst out with devious laughter.I could see them clearly now. The distance between us and the Bisentine down to a few feet now. It scared me to see the looks on their faces,they weren’t like me scared and fearful, or the others relaxed,tense, or gazing savagely with greed seeping from their eyes. No they were… Indifferent. They looked at us almost with pitiful amusement as if the outcome were already decided and we were wasting their time and resources.However they weren’t relaxed as if nothing was happening, they were holding their weapons in familiar and ready manners. But they weren’t tense with white knuckles or roaming gazes.Then our boats drew close enough for combat about 3 feet or so...and all hell broke loose. My last day on Old Salty steadily sailed to a close as the first BANG!! Of Flintlocks and Blunderbusses started resounding up and down both ships.

Blood,It’s everywhere those blunderbuss rounds can tear a hole straight through people at this range and more than one person died instantly and 30% of their body was blown away. The others near them crying out in agony as bone shards,and pellets form blunderbusses rip through their bodies some died,others will die, and the rest are either hurt or weren’t in the firing line at all.Several more rounds of grapeshot are fired from the swivels on both sides and again people died torn open, guts and intestine flung everywhere.The lucky ones died instantly the rest will be forever disfigured or die slowly in agony. Some powder flasks were flung from our ship to theirs, causing another emotion besides that pity and amusement in their as they tried to get away from them.One or two miss fired killing and harming our own but most of them made it over to the Bisentine. Causing another round of terror, pain, disfigurement, and death. It was horrifying and… captivating I.. suddenly wanted to cause that. To feel the hot spray of blood against my skin, feel the satisfying crunch of breaking others bones,to hear the screams of pain!

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It was then that the main boarding party led by the First Mate ran and jumped over the railing to the Bisentine and started killing with howls of a bloodlust that even I was starting to feel, and it wasn’t just me. No the rest of the crew even those who haven't yet gotten into the fray yet started breathing heavily, traces of red appearing in their eyes. With a howl the entire remaining crew of Old Salty sprinted to the railing and threw themselves onto the Bisentine and proceeded to attack without any care for themselves. As for me I went to do the same but once again someone from seemingly nowhere clamped their hand onto my shoulder,however there were some differences this time.For one the grip was much,much stronger to the point where I flinched not just from the abruptness of the grasp but from the pain of it.”Why don’t you hold on boy, I have a SPECIAL mission for you.” The voice was insidious.No bloodlust could be detected within it directly yet it seemed as if it withheld other emotions and the word special was almost hissed,the voice itself was rather quite.Yet I could clearly hear it over the screams of fighting and dying, even over the flintlocks and swivels. I felt a stab of cold and tensed up like corpse. I looked over my shoulder trembling all the way moving with what seemed to be exaggerated slowness, but in honesty was the best I could do … I really just wanted to go, run away, anything to avoid the owner of that voice.But with the grasp on my shoulder, I wager I’d just dislocate my shoulder if I tried to sprint forward now,and I somehow felt as if I HAD, to see who was behind me almost as if I didn’t have a say anymore. The hand was unusually pale with one gold ring holding a blood red jem on the middle finger. I wanted to continue looking.Maybe find out who (or what) this entity was. But the moment I looked at the jem it seemed to swallow me. All I could do was stare at this bottomless jewel it seemed as if it went on forever and that I could just keep looking further and further into its depths. Slowly that cold feeling faded so did the pressure on my shoulder, the screams and sounds of fighting. Till all that was left was that bottomless and infinitely deep blood red Jewel.Then I heard that quiet,cold, and.. seemingly piercing voice again.