Realistic or Modern Wolves of the Sea

[MittyMittens]

Freya nods and makes her way to the wheel after ordering the sails to be shifted in the direction of Port Antonio leaning against the wheel once they were set in the right direction. She gazes out at the men moving around working their posts before up at the sky at the storm looming close by. She frowns a bit, it'd be a close call whether they beat it to port or not and she'd hate having to dry and dock during a storm. She glances over at Mr. Tiddles just as he disappeared below deck hoping he'd be smart enough to know to hang around whether than get lost at the port. He didn't seem like a dumb cat. She sighs before looking out at sea to watch for Port Antonio to appear in the distance. Being a first mate was by far a better occupation than her previous job even if it was to a pirate. It may not always pay better but the ability to travel was a big perk. Plus the reputation she formed as a pirate sailing with McKinley gave a far better reaction than the reputation of her former occupation. She spots port in the distance and stands up straight. "Port ahead!" She calls out since McKinley was below deck.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Hearing that the port was in sight, he heads above deck. One way or another, Mr. Tiddels ended up in his arms and then up onto one shoulder, almost like a parrot, and crouched there, content with it's spot for the time, the occasional scratch behind the ear being a rather good bribe to stay there. Speaking of bribes, Connor needed to get one ready so the port master would over look his flag if it was found. He also needed to get various coin pouches ready so it would be as easy as handing over the bag when it came to the supplies.

 

[mrXenox]

Liam ordered that Seawolf's bower anchor be dropped once they were far enough into Guantanomo Bay. He looked around and nodded in satisfaction, this bay would provide some decent protection against that storm brewing, and it would be a nice safe place to make repairs. Went below deck to his cabin as the carpenters started working on the hull and the sailmakers started patching the rigging.


He dug out the ship's log and started writing, dipping the nib of his pen in the inkwell on his desk. "The twenty eight of August, 1722. Dropped anchor in Guantanomo bay, Cuba to make repairs after engagement with pirate frigate." His concentration was soon disrupted by the sounds of hammers and saws, so he put the log away to update it another time.

 

[ToteMaus]

Annabelle kept her distance from the pirate's ship, but she knew she would need to seek shelter from the coming storm in Port Antonio. So she followed as far behind as she could, so as not to provoke the pirate's anger. She looked at the dark clouds in the distance with trepidation, knowing her little sloop could not survive this storm if she was caught at sea.

 

[Evette]

Euan was in his cabin when he carefully broke the wax seal on the envelope containing his orders. He read the letter from the admiralty to his officers:


"HMS Alert to pursue pirate frigate Sea Dragon, last seen in Port Royal, which has been terrorizing shipping in these waters. Sink, burn, or take her a prize"


He nodded to his men to dismiss them, and they went to the deck above to prepare to depart. I walked up the stairs as well, emerging on the quarterdeck. He looked up at the imposing bastions on Brimstone Hill as his men went to turn the great capstan, striking up a rousing work song as they did so. The thick chains that held the anchor clinked as they were brought in, and the anchor was hoisted up and secured to the cathead. The sails were unfurled and the helmsman guided them out of the anchorage. He looked back at the shrinking dot that was Nevis as his ship surged forward against the waves.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Ship spotted." Jef shouted down, and pointing in the direction of the ship. Turning to it, Mr. Tiddels digging his claws in slightly for balance, Connor looks at the ship. "Why do I have the feeling I have seen that ship before." he growled out, not sure if anyone could hear and not caring to much. "Call her over, and load the cannons. Don't run them out just yet, however. Let's see what we might gain and if it's worth wasting shot."

 

[mrXenox]

At around 8:00 in the morning, the winds began to howl ferociously and the dark clouds were now nearly above him. The waves were tremendous, even in the shelter of Guantanomo Bay. The wind blew through the bare spars and tarred standing rigging, making a noise like the screaming of a banshee. Soon, great claps of thunder added their noise to that of the wind and the waves beating at the hull.


Liam and his men broke out the oilskins, thick waterproofed clothing that helped keep them fairly dry during the storm, even on deck. Liam lashed the helm to leeward to prevent the ship from drifting in the strong winds, and he winced as a wave crashed over the side, briefly putting the deck awash.

 

[Morianrhod]

Their route had taken them further west than they were comfortable with.


Barely South of the Sargasso Sea, the Al- 'Anqa' had supplied on the overcrowded Azores two weeks previous, so supplies had not been an issue for the crew. They had first set out from Cape Verde under neutral colours, initially intending to stick close to the African coast and pillage the ships of merchant ships travelling to Senegambia and those who traded with the native peoples of the Ivory and Gold Coasts.


Saalik could've made a fortune selling off Ivory to the right buyer, but the Asante gold statues, while being incredibly beautiful to look at, were harder to sell on in Morocco. The bangles, necklaces and rings, less so.


He regretted not having stayed back there, but they had been chased out of their desired haunts by Pirate Hunters.


Saalik examined the charts in his cabin. The ship was too close to Bermuda, a British Territory, for his liking.


If the ship headed north, they would risk getting trapped in the Sargasso for weeks on end. It was considerably likely that if he headed back to Cape Verde, many other pirates would also congregate there, lessening the available plunder and increasing the chances that he would be caught by Pirate Hunters.


He gave the order to turn the ship towards the South, feeling uneasy as he sailed further than he had ever sailed before.

 

[ToteMaus]

Annabelle cringed as the storm hit, "Bring in the sails, or these winds will snap our mast like a twig!" She shouted into the rigging. She realised that she would have to weather this storm at sea, but it was more than likely that her little ship would be capsized, or run aground.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Run in the sails and get ready for a storm!" he shouted to his crew. They were near enough to the port that they should be fine. "Freya, tell the cook to whip us up something warm."


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[ToteMaus]

The waves battered the tiny ship and forced her ever more towards the shore. They ran aground on a sandbar off the coast of Jamaica. A sickening crack resounded through the hull as the timbers were driven onto the hard sand, people stumbled on the deck, and Annabelle herself was thrown against the gunwale, only to hit her head and crumple, unconscious to the deck.