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*John spots all the hussle and bussle on the enemies gun deck, preparing for the worst, John shouts to the able crewmen in the rigging*

READY THE SHIMMYS, THE ROPES, AND THE PATCH. AS SOON AS YOU SEE SOMETHING FALL, IT BETTER BE BACK WHERE IT HAD BEEN. THEY READY HEAVY FIRE...

Also, watch your head, gettinghit by a cannon isnt the best of feelings, if your alive to feel it.

GET TO IT!

*One eye on the approaching balls of fire, one on the rigging*

*Aeoess run back up to the Crow's Nest and grabs her rifle and runs back down.

She helps John with the rigging but takes short breaks to hit redcoats who are readying the cannons.

This was her attempt of taking both the captain's orders and taking Jon's as well. It was exhausting for her, but she was slowing them down as the rest of the ship was preparing to escape and leave the other ship nearly motionless.*

Syn had been bailing out the water in the ship but as the level went down, she placed the bucket aside. She would be no use on the guns since she did not know how to use one. As the guns from the Boadicea fired again, she heard a loud splintering sound, the crack almost reminding her of a gunshot, the ship lurching in the water as she grabbed onto a nearby railing.

"Damn, but that sounded bad, eh?"

She mumbled to herself, glancing backward to see what the Captain would say for his next orders, but at first he was nowhere to be seen, then she spotted him sprawled on the deck with a very large and long chunk of wood lying across him. She gave a cry of horror and dashed over, kneeling at his side amidst the flurry on deck.

"Cap'n! Ye alright?!"

There was no answer and Syn hopped to her feet, normally merry face twisted in fear, curling first her fingers and then her arms around the hunk of wood, trying desperately to lift it off him. But she was short and rather scrawny, so the piece moved nowhere. She grit her teeth, tightened her grip and tried again, attempting to lift it off enough so she could roll it away to the side. The buck and heave of the ship was doing nothing to aid her. But even though she had been mostly unable to truly help before, she was doing her best here. Even as she struggled, she hollered a plea over the wind and waves.

"Someone help me here!"

*Looks to Quasan*

Go help Syn carry the Captain into the imfirmary, I'll keep an eye on things up here.

MR. VANSTRING, CATCH THE WINDS MAKE DUE NORTH; OF ALL CHANCES, THIS IS NOW THE TIME TO TAKE ONE.

Destiny felt herself flying backwards with the force of the cannon barrage on the ship. The dark haze of gunsmoke filled the air, the smell of charred wood and flesh hung on the breez, almost causing her to gag.

She found herself lying on the deck, pinned under several heavy beams. Her guncrew tried to pry her out from under the pile, but she ordered them back to the cannon to keep firing.
" Keep blasting that other ship.. shred the rigging..Dig me out when we're safely away to open water... Keep firing lads.. she wheezed. She was out of breath- there was a long, thin shard of wood had pierced her chest on the lower right side..it made a sucking sound as she breathed.

She was trusting in her elven healing and constitution to keep her alive till her crew could get her to the ship's doctor. Hopefully they could outrun the attacking british ship soon.. Her last thought before she lost consiousness was that they had better hurry.

Syn glanced around hopefully as she tugged at the beam, her face and clothing covered in soot. Those who were still conscious were... not helping her get the beam off him. Damn. She let out a string of obscenities, grunted and exerted all her strength with a gasp and another curse-laden howl, although it wasn't loud enough for the rest to hear.

"Aye, aye, the damned guns need to be manned but who is goin' ta help me with the Cap'n an' help me get this bloody log off 'im!"

The rest of her tirade wasn't fit for print, but apparently frustration lent power, for she managed to finally heave the beam off the Captain, letting it fall at the side. Coughing and growling to herself, she hooked her arms underneath his shoulders and staggered backward toward the hatch and the wardroom as she dragged the Captain in that direction, letting out a piercing whistle to Tuslo, who was cowering somewhere. She hoped Kurisutofa wasn't injured, but she didn't want to play doctor and do something wrong. So amidst the shouting, smoke and fire of the cannons, she pulled him down to where the Doctor and his assistant surely waited.

<< Continued in the Wardroom >>

*Aeoess overheard Jon became pretty worried.*

"Jon, I'll need your assistance at the rigging...I can't see very clearly at the moment...however I still need to help you all get out this alive..."

*She then sighed a little and said something under her breath.*

"You better make it too, Kurisutofa..."

The cannon shot that had ripped across the ship's deck had knocked her away from her gun. Looking up at the blue sky she felt her eyes swim with the pain from hitting the back of her head and slowly close as the blue faded to black...