The cold splash of water on my face woke me up. I groggily looked around and saw that I was being held in a cell. A guard was standing on the other side of the bars looking at me holding a now empty cup. He must have stood six and a half feet tall and looked as though he could lift a ship by himself. His arms were tattooed in the strange script of the ninjas.
"Get up ya damned pirate." He growled.
I slowly picked myself up off the floor. As I started to move I felt a sharp pain on my sides. The skirmish the night before must have resulted in a couple bruised if not cracked ribs. Once I got to my feet I stood up tall and looked the man straight in the eyes. His eyes held mine for a minute, then he grunted and walked off.
Once the guard's back was turned on me, I looked to see if I was the only prisoner held. I was alone in the cell, and the walls between cells were solid. I thought better of calling out to see if my shipmates were in the other cells. I tried to recall the night before, but it was a bit foggy. I remembered drinking quite a bit of grog, then getting attacked by the pirates. The fight itself was a blur, and I must have been knocked out quickly.
My head starting spinning from the after effects of the grog, and I quickly found the latrine in the corner. From the next cell I heard a hushed voice, "That you Andy? I'd recognize the sound o' that heavin anywhere."
"Aye sir, it's me." I replied after wiping my mouth. I was glad to hear the captains voice.
"It be just the 2 o' us down here. "
"Any suggestions on how we get out of here?"
"These ninja cells be too strong to break our way out. We wait till the come get us for execution. We be fightin our way out from the chopping block."
I responded with a low "yarr", and sat quietly clearing my mind waiting for them to come get us.
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Of Cutlass and Katana Part 1
It was a clear night with a full moon. The light was enough that we could make out every detail of the ship. I'm still not sure if the fact that we didn't have to light any lanterns worked to our advantage or not. The wind was calm, so we weren't moving very fast.
The crew was in a jovial mood that night. Most of them were on the deck drinking grog and singing "Yo Ho Yo Ho". I was on the deck enjoying myself like the rest of the crew having a bit too much of the grog.Ol' Jim was manning the wheel, while the captain was looking out over the ocean.
Captain Gray Beard was a beast of a man. He stood five and a half feet tall, and was solid muscle. His eyes were so dark that they seemed black. The beard that was his namesake was indeed gray and hung to the middle of his chest. He was a hard ass of a captain to work for, but no one dared do anything to anger him.
The captain usually spent his evenings alone in his quarters. It was unusual for him to even be around the crew when they were being social. Perhaps he suspected that something was going to happen. He had a good sense of the seas and usually knew when something was up. If he knew, he didn't let on to any of the rest of us, because what happened took us completely by surprise.
It was a couple hours past sundown when the attack began. No one saw the other ship pull up by ours. No one heard the oars of the other ship in the water. The first thing we heard was the scraping sound of a grappling hook being pulled across our deck. "Yarr, we are bein boarded" someone yelled. I turned to the sound and saw four more hooks fly up and catch onto the rail of our ship.
Within moments we were surrounded by ninjas. There was a long pause while we looked at them and they looked at us. They were covered head to toe in black. A slit in their mask allowed us to see their eyes. I heard a pistol to me left go off, and one of the ninjas took a shot in the chest and flew backwards over the rail. Then chaos erupted. The sound of cutlass clashing with katana could be heard all over the deck.
The ninjas were completely silent as they fought. There were no screams of pain when they died, or shouts of joy when they cut one of us down. Our crew was half drunk and prone to shouting. All around mixed in with the clashing of steel and occasional pistol shot, were the sounds of pirates shouting, "Avast!", "Yarr", and "Arg".
The crew was in a jovial mood that night. Most of them were on the deck drinking grog and singing "Yo Ho Yo Ho". I was on the deck enjoying myself like the rest of the crew having a bit too much of the grog.Ol' Jim was manning the wheel, while the captain was looking out over the ocean.
Captain Gray Beard was a beast of a man. He stood five and a half feet tall, and was solid muscle. His eyes were so dark that they seemed black. The beard that was his namesake was indeed gray and hung to the middle of his chest. He was a hard ass of a captain to work for, but no one dared do anything to anger him.
The captain usually spent his evenings alone in his quarters. It was unusual for him to even be around the crew when they were being social. Perhaps he suspected that something was going to happen. He had a good sense of the seas and usually knew when something was up. If he knew, he didn't let on to any of the rest of us, because what happened took us completely by surprise.
It was a couple hours past sundown when the attack began. No one saw the other ship pull up by ours. No one heard the oars of the other ship in the water. The first thing we heard was the scraping sound of a grappling hook being pulled across our deck. "Yarr, we are bein boarded" someone yelled. I turned to the sound and saw four more hooks fly up and catch onto the rail of our ship.
Within moments we were surrounded by ninjas. There was a long pause while we looked at them and they looked at us. They were covered head to toe in black. A slit in their mask allowed us to see their eyes. I heard a pistol to me left go off, and one of the ninjas took a shot in the chest and flew backwards over the rail. Then chaos erupted. The sound of cutlass clashing with katana could be heard all over the deck.
The ninjas were completely silent as they fought. There were no screams of pain when they died, or shouts of joy when they cut one of us down. Our crew was half drunk and prone to shouting. All around mixed in with the clashing of steel and occasional pistol shot, were the sounds of pirates shouting, "Avast!", "Yarr", and "Arg".
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