Skully Posted July 30, 2016 Posted July 30, 2016 It was early morning in Mortimer Town, when we said to ourselves. Lets get rid of the British fishing fleet. Lets hit them at their station, close to Kingston and see how many bottles we can take home with us. Unbeknownst to us, the fish and bottles around capital cities had been cleared completely. The absence of the Dread Fleet fishing at Mortimer Town, should have given us a clue. But how would we make our escape? Easy enough, we would take Trader Lynxes in tow. Once we were done at Kingston, we would jump over and sail away. And off we went, a Pirate Frigate, an Ingermanland and a Surprise, each with a Trader Lynx in tow. Bobbing at 9 knots towards Jamaica. It looked like we had a very long voyage ahead. As the island of Jamaica finally came in sight, we decided to make a stealthy approach from the south. Soon we were spotted by a Constitution coming behind us, but he quickly turned south. We sneaked on ... to be crossed by a Les Gross Ventre, which we could not chase with our ships in tow. Alas we were on a mission to hit the fishermen fleet at Kingston, so on we went. A small fleet of two Bellona's and a Rattlesnake came passing from south to north, seemingly ignoring us. It was at Kingston that it finally dawned, things had changed. No fishermen were to be sighted. Ah but the journey wasn't lost yet. We spotted a Midshipman sailing his brand new Bucentaure. With just 40 crew, this would be our easy target. Thus the engagement started, but some pesky Cutter started picking on our sails. Quickly dispatching him with a volley of grape, we could chase down the Bucentaure. The chase turned to Kingston docks. He would not find safety there. No port had been fitted with shore batteries yet. "Is he beyond 500 meters?" "Aye." "Is he beyond your cannon range?" "Aye." "Is your Ingermanland keeping up?" "Nah." Yet he made no attempt to disengage, nor surrender. As he stopped into Kingston docks, it was obvious, his ship was a loss. The Pirate Ingermanland made a grand appeal, "You lousy bastards, you should be ashamed of yourselves, hitting on a Midshipman at that." Where it not, that he was sailing the slowest ship of our fleet. He would not get into range unless we abode. So was he really having sympathies or was this just another ruse? And we know what happens to pleas, whether they be emotional or even justified, they get dismissed and forgotten. ( ) Because this is the harsh world of 18th century Naval Action, where captains even have no sympathies for their own gods. So we slaughtered the Midshipman as a sacrificial lamb. As a Voodoo incantation, if you will, to magically bring about more sympathies... 3
Fenris Posted July 30, 2016 Posted July 30, 2016 Very nice, a true poet among the fearsome, unforgiven pirates.
Recommended Posts