Har Sicarius
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More sails on the evening horizon, a standard sight for the Sarim bay. The lone Herring Buss slowly rode forth over the wide expanses of the sea, old Kandarin colours flapping wildly atop the mainmast in the wind, with an old merchant banner trailing behind upon the mizzen. The ship clawed her way north reefed topsails, fighting the wind as she thrashed along towards port.
A lone figure stood tall at the starboard bow of the ship, a leg lazily propped up upon the bowsprit. The wind sang above him in the taunt weather-rigging, blustering around his ears as he stood balancing to the roll of the waves below. Keen eyes scanned the scene before him, settling upon the largest of the Kandar fleet.
‘There’ He spoke finally, head tilting to address the hand behind him ‘Let us begin.’
Behind him, the hands started to hoist a large net from the hold, standard practise at the ship sailed into harbour to hurry the process of unloading. The oddly full net hung heavy from the winches, dangling above the deck as the ship rocked in the wind.
‘Now.’ The figure at the bow called, and to the outside world it seemed as if disaster had struck. Sliced ropes from the weather rigging shot violently into the air as the tension was released, the sails bulging widely as the ship began to tack sharply starboard, directly towards the largest of the sitting Kandar vessels.
In the eyes of the beholder, it seemed as if tragedy had struck the ship, a loose rigging snapping free and throwing the whole ship into chaos. Though as the heavy vessel ploughed forward quickly towards the Kandar First-Rate, a more haunting prospect would dawn. Smoke began to bellow from the hold, and the ship’s jolly boat splashed down into the water with the skeleton crew quickly abandoning their vessel. The Kandar flag was struck, flying free into the wind, and hoisted in its place rose the black flag of piracy.
We come here with no peaceful intent, but ready for battle, determined to avenge our wrongs and set our country free.
More sails on the evening horizon, a standard sight for the Sarim bay. The lone Herring Buss slowly rode forth over the wide expanses of the sea, old Kandarin colours flapping wildly atop the mainmast in the wind, with an old merchant banner trailing behind upon the mizzen. The ship clawed her way north reefed topsails, fighting the wind as she thrashed along towards port.
A lone figure stood tall at the starboard bow of the ship, a leg lazily propped up upon the bowsprit. The wind sang above him in the taunt weather-rigging, blustering around his ears as he stood balancing to the roll of the waves below. Keen eyes scanned the scene before him, settling upon the largest of the Kandar fleet.
‘There’ He spoke finally, head tilting to address the hand behind him ‘Let us begin.’
Behind him, the hands started to hoist a large net from the hold, standard practise at the ship sailed into harbour to hurry the process of unloading. The oddly full net hung heavy from the winches, dangling above the deck as the ship rocked in the wind.
‘Now.’ The figure at the bow called, and to the outside world it seemed as if disaster had struck. Sliced ropes from the weather rigging shot violently into the air as the tension was released, the sails bulging widely as the ship began to tack sharply starboard, directly towards the largest of the sitting Kandar vessels.
In the eyes of the beholder, it seemed as if tragedy had struck the ship, a loose rigging snapping free and throwing the whole ship into chaos. Though as the heavy vessel ploughed forward quickly towards the Kandar First-Rate, a more haunting prospect would dawn. Smoke began to bellow from the hold, and the ship’s jolly boat splashed down into the water with the skeleton crew quickly abandoning their vessel. The Kandar flag was struck, flying free into the wind, and hoisted in its place rose the black flag of piracy.
We come here with no peaceful intent, but ready for battle, determined to avenge our wrongs and set our country free.
08-Aug-2017 17:32:22 - Last edited on 08-Aug-2017 17:32:50 by Har Sicarius
