As the new day dawns, the loud clang of a bell rattles you all from your beds. A ship matching the description of the traders has been spotted on the slowly brightening horizon, and the ship’s sails are swiftly raised to pick up speed. As you gather to help man the ship for the approach, Batsheva calls out to all like the clamour of a warmongerer.
“Our prey is in sight, lads! The seas guide us towards meting out our own definition of justice! An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth!” The heels of her boots clack heavily along the boards of the deck as she gives her speech. “But when someone takes from us, we take back tenfold! If someone takes your home, would you not take their land? And so when some idiot sees fit to spit upon my name, it is the tongue that must be removed! We are pirates, and we rule these seas!”
And yet, as you all get closer… Well, there’s two ships. And neither are pirates.
A Navy ship, and a Tua Torian one at that, has been tied to the supposed traders. Completely out of their jurisdiction and local waters, mind you, and though there’s no cannon fire between the two, the sight is an unsettling one.
………. :clueless: …. She flips a coin.
“Flank speed! Full force!” She shouts, and makes her way up to the ship’s wheel. The crewmate there seems hesitant about her orders, of course, but that’s why Batsheva takes over. The realization swiftly spreads across the ship, but it’s too late.
The Mariela rams into the side of the Navy ship.
Everyone please roll CON before next session!
[NAT 20] (30) :dances:
Yep he’s dead CON 6
[ CON 14 ]