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After stationing the family in his bunk for the time being, he ran up the flight of stairs to go onto the main deck. He searched for the captain.

"Captain, the situation is under control. The family is in my bunk for now. Can I be of any assistance up here?"

"Mr. Quasan, report to the gundeck and assist Miss Ares with Gun-operations. She'll needing assistance. If you find anyone else dilly-dallying, grab them and haul them along with you. Miss Ares with give you further instruction."

*Grabbing the rifle and ammo-belt from atop the wheelhouse*

"Here you are Miss Sparrow. You've the best sights on the ship. If you can use your sight for spotting ships, you can use it to shoot officers. During the course of this battle, you are our Sniper. Now take this rifle that I have equiped with a magnified scope and this ammunitions belt, and mount yourself in the fighting tops on the mainmast.



Once your positioned, I want you to use all of the wadding and shot I've provided for you. I need every British Officer you see shot dead, you hear me? Dead. Without leaders, the Redcoats will be useless. Use your reckonings and earn the rights to your new nickname, 'Dead-Eye Depp'. Now Get Moving! Away with you."

What the hell was that?!
*She came to her senses just near the water's edge. She hadn't been that close to shore only a moment ago- or it had felt like only a moment ago. Then there was that weird singing, and she suddenly found herself here- what was going on?! Looking up, though, she saw a ship in the harbor preparing to fire its long nines, and a group of armed men (that happened to look quite menacing) in a skipjack. She realized that there wasn't time for confusion. It was time for a fight.*

"Ms. Ares, I was sent by the captain to assist you. How may I be of service?"

As a cannonball whizzed by but a few yards to his right, Dr. Morgan finally realized his situation. He was rather trapped between the guns of the Lady and the fire that now had consumed two forts and the citadel, and producd such smoke that the top of the hill could not be seen.

"Where to go...?"

He glanced about, and spotting a stable some ways away, made for it in the hope they'd have a horse he could use. Perhaps the blacksmith next door would have a new knife for him as well, since he seemed to have lost his in the confusion as the munitons exploded.

*She wanted to help out. The best idea was to hold back until the pirates had made it to shore, then she could bust heads without being outnumbered. However, at the moment, the shore was being shot at with cannons (not a very pleasant state of being). She backed away a bit and tried not to get trampled or shot while waiting.*

As he raced toward the stable, a cannonball hit home a short distance from him, showering with shrapnel. His thick coat saved him from the smaller peices, but a large chunk of wood caught him on the ankle, making contact with a crack. He fell to the ground in agony, uncertain whether it was broken, sprained, or merely strained.

"Well, I suppose that's it for today... to the cove..."

He slowly rose, fashioned a temporary crutch out of a peice of timber laying nearby, and began hobbling to the cove where the rest of the town was taking refuge. If his ankle were broken or sprained, it was likely he would not take part in the unfolding events, though a strain would heal much sooner.

"Damn to the depths whatever gunner fired that shot..."




((I'll be gone for the next two to three days. The injury I've sustained will depend on how far things have progressed.

Sorry for the almost PotC quote. *shrug* It worked.))