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((sorry that I missed so much I was a bit busy today.))
"AYE SIR! Hurry men Lets get to shore!"
*They Quickly shove off and made for shore. As soon as they get there all of them jump out and immediatly start attacking the red coats. A few of them are shot as soon as their feet touch land. The pyrates move quick and shoot accurate as the explosions happen around them from the cannons aboard the ship. as time wears the crew of 50 slowly slims down taking as many of the bloody red coats with them as possible. Some the crew lose limbs due to cannon fire, one of them got their hand shot off by a musket shot. Ilor smiled as the carnage between sides drew on. His Eyes glowed a blood red as he grabed for his swords, this was the moment he has been waiting for for years, a chance to use his powers as he saw fit, a chance to fight mercilessly, a chance to feed! He watched as two red coats closed in with their bayonets, he quickly cut the barrels off with one sword and in one swing of his second sword, took their heads clean off effortlessly. He smiled baring his fangs as the warm crimson fluids ran from their necks. Another tried to attack from behind, he grabbed the barrel of the gun swung him around and sunk his fangs into his victom's jugular. Seeing fresh recruits come from over the horizon, he charged for them. They quickly took aim and fired. Upon seeing the flashes from the gun in front of him, he fell threw a shadow on the ground and appeared behind them. Before they could figure out what had happen to him, he sunk his fangs into another soldier. The rest of the soldiers tried to react but they were to late, Ilor threw his swords sticking two of them in the chest area, as soon as the hilt of his swords left his hands, his two pistols quickly took their place. He took two shots, one peiced the lung of a frightened enemy, the other hit right between the eyes of another young soilder. He took his fangs out of the mostly bled man, grabbed him by the arm and flung him to the rest of line. He retrieved his swords and finished them off while they were struggling to get their half dead friend off of them...*

((I hope this isn't to long of a post, I tried to tie in the NPC crew as well and it's been a long time since I've written anything like a story, and I'm not typing very well right now...)) sweatdrop

Still standing on the quarterdeck amongst the chaos, Dr. Baxter said all men were to proceed into the city.

"Captain, should I proceed in as well to begin treating wounded?" He had to shout over all the noise. Cannons, he had found out, are quite loud when right below foot.

*Nonshalauntly glancing over at Doctor Baxter, he plays blunty with teh idea.*

"Right you are Doctor. Go ashore in the aft skiff. Once ashore, see to Mr. Ilor's squadron. Fifty men went ashore with Mr. Ilor. Bring them back, dead or alive, Dr. Baxter. Alive, preferably."

*Pulling something out of his pockets*

"You'll be wanting these. They are a pair of ear plugs & a white arm-band. Wear them as you go ashore, but take the ear plugs out once your treating the wounded. You'll want to hear what's around you. Don't want you getting blown to tiny pieces by our own cannon fodder, now do we?

The arm-band is so you are identified as a medic. No harm shall come to you as long as you wear this arm-band. Now go grab your surgeons tools. Quickly get to shore.... and don't get yourself killed."

*Patting him on the back, he see's him down the steps from the Quarterdeck and smiles to himself.*

Damn fine man, but is his doctoring as good as he? Time soon will tell.

-She blinked at the Capn', taking everything in. Withen a moment, she giggled slightly, snatched away the riffle and belt, and scurried up to the post. Gettign herslef all set up, she took a gander through the scope, adjusting it to her likes. Not exactly sure if she should start picking off the men or not, she gave a shrug and glanced through the scope, picking off her targets slowly.-

Destiny scrambled down from her perch on the cross spars, and landed with a thunk onto the deck. Quickly she checked to make certain that all her daggers were in place, and her newly-bought blade was ready for a bloody christening.
Standing close to the mainmast so as not to block deckspace, she watched all that went on around her.
When the Captain ordered the remaining crew to form up to begin going to shore, she was first behind him, eager to head foremost into the fray.
I won't let you down sir... Let me at'em... Plunder will flow like a mighty river into our hold!" She cried out, like a battlecry...
Her eagerness for battle only came out when her adrenaline began flowing, and then she tended to get carried away, using a combination dagger-martial art style attacks, as the Captain could well remeber.

Dr. Baxter moved with haste gathering his things and throwing them in his satchel. He then put put on the armband he was given by the Captain as he moved to the skiff. He got aboard and lowered the skiff to the water and began to row to shore. The skiff got caught up in the Lady's wake though and Dr. Baxter had to fight to maintain control, the skiff was hard enough to row alone, let alone control in choppy water. He managed to fight through and continued to the shore. As the skiff ran aground in the soft sand Dr Baxter beheld with awe the slaughter inflicted by Mr. Ilor and his men. While Dr. Baxter intended to help anybody who required it, he had to tend to the Lady's crew first. Luckily, they will be easily distinguished from the the British soldiers, who still wore those gaudy, cumbersome(sp?) uniforms.

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*Ilor wondered the battle field slicing and dicing any red coat that got even remotly close to him. A slight pause in the attacks toward him gave him enough time to see that he had about ten men left that were up and fighting out of his crew of fifty. He also took this small pause to reload his pistols. As soon as he put hi second gun in his belt, another daring young chap decided to try his luck against the monster. Armed with a sword, the young soldier took a stab at Ilor's back. Just at the right moment he dodged the blade with no problem. He grab the trembling sword by the blade and swung the scared man around face him. He then chopped off the mans arm that held the sword, flung around and grabbed the bloody nub, and stabed the man threw the chest with his own blade. After killing three more red's, a shot ripped through his left shoulder. He spun around with the force of the bullet and pulled out one of his pistols, but to his dismay it was a sharpshooter that hit him. So he proceeded to fall to the ground and teleported through another shadow, appearing right in from of him. He grabbed the gun with his right hand and crushed it. The sharpshooter immedeatly got on both knees and started to cry. Ilor pulled one of his pistol from his belt again and held it to the mans forehead...*