Chapter 2: Agression
John sat in a wooden chair on deck watching the horizon come up. They were searching for merchant or weak Navy ships to sink. The Undead ships, however, had surprisingly disappeared from the Northern Caribbean but were still seen throughout the Southern Caribbean. Pretty soon they saw a Navy frigate ahead, and by the looks of it, it was stuffed with goods.
"Take your positions!!" Raven yelled from the helm. The crew got the message across the ship, and everyone was running around the ship, manning the cannons and pushing supplies to the lower decks.
"Ready! Aim!" yelled Shadow, aiming his rifle.
"FIRE!!" yelled Raven, and for a split second all was silent as the cannon and musket balls flew toward the Navy ship. Then they hit. Navy men went flying everywhere and the masts cracked and landed on the ship, smashing the crew. However, the navy was still yet to fire.
John heard a 'FIRE' from the other ship and before he knew it, wood was splintered in several places across the deck. The crew once again returned fire, this time causing the Navy ship to begin burning and Navy men running around, wreathed in flame, falling overboard. Pretty soon the back side of the Navy frigate was sunk and the ship took no longer than ten minutes to be sent to Davy Jones' Locker. The navy frigate had made a small hole in the ship, where a little bit of ocean water was leaking through. John went down and nailed a plank of wood on it and returned to the deck.
"They have probably sent out a distress. More navy ships will be here and we must be ready. Seperate the cargo and the ammo. I want all the ammo on the cannon deck, and all the cargo on the lower decks!" Raven said, then dismissed the crew to do so.
Everyone worked very fast. It wasn't even an hour before Raven's orders were completed. Raven then sent out scout parties to collect all the loot thy could find from the ruins of the frigate. They didn't find much, as a lot of the treasure had been taken to Davy Jones' Locker as well. The only good plunder they found were copper bars imported from England. Then John turned around in his row boat and saw something moving in the water. John slightly tapped Shadow's shoulder and he looked around too. His eyes widened at what he saw. There was a shark swimming straight at the rowboat.
"Come on ye bilge rats, back to the ship now!" Shadow yelled, and the crew picked up their oars and moved as fast as they could back to the ship. The shark was faster, and got even closer. The shark then disappeared into the dark blue water and no one could see it. Everyone stopped rowing.
Then John's oar fell a tug. He desperately tried to pull the oar back to the rowboat, but when he did, half of it was missing, and there were huge teeth marks along it. The shark did the same with the other oars, until there was no way to move. The shark leaped up onto the rowboat, sending one of the crew members' flying into the sea.
"Swim to the ship!" Shadow told the crew, and everyone desperately tried to swim. The shark was closing in on them.
John heard a yell and turned around to see a crew member being pulled down to the depths. Everyone in the other rowboats were already on board the ship. Shadow and John were the only ones remaining from the rowboat they were in. Shorty threw two lines, which they quickly climbed up. The shark leaped out of the water and bit Matthew's line in half, barely missing his foot. Shadow slid onto the deck of the ship, and nearly fell unconscious. John got on deck shortly after Shadow, panting. But the shark wasn't done yet. It banged it's nose against the bottom of the ship, trying to breach it, rocking the ship.
John quickly grabbed a musket and looked overboard. He saw the shark with it's dorsal fin sticking out of the water. He fired the musket and... missed. The shark was still beating against the ship. While trying to load the musket, he heard a fire, then the ship stopped rocking. John looked into the sea to see that the shark was sinking, and blood was in the area where it was beating against the ship. The crew cheered and celebrated.
As they continued sailing south, they destroyed many small Navy vessels in their way who had come to answer the distress call. John felt that these small vessels were not the only Navy ships who had heard the distress.
There will be more, and bigger ships, he thought. He worked all day, scrubbing the hull and pumping the bilge, his blue coat getting slightly ripped. They bypassed Tortuga and Devil's Anvil throughout the night, with half of the crew working and half of the crew sleeping. John sat in his wooden chair, drinking rum and staring ahead of the ship. The ship turned southwest into what pirates' thought were safer waters.
By two in the morning, most of the crew was sleeping, although some were still on deck, walking around or drinking rum. The man in the crow's nest who went by the name of Bartholomew was keeping a sharp eye out for incoming Navy or EITC ships, and just in case, Undead ships because they were heading into the Southern Caribbean. The fog had been very bad the last few days in the Caribbean so everyone was always on alert. Suddenly, the bell from the crow's nest rang very loudly.
"ENEMY SHIP! ENEMY!!" yelled Bartholomew down to the deck. The whole crew nearly fell out of their hammocks and they rushed up to the top deck. John was falling asleep at the moment but that woke him up. He hopped out of his chair like a tiger searching for it's prey. John turned around at looked from the bow. There, in the water a few leagues off was the Royal Navy fleet.
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