[RP] The Assault on BoRed

[Sir Henry Morgan]

As recalled by Sir Henry Morgan

All plans had been laid out as the Ravenlocke Brethren set sail mid-afternoon. Captain Dungeness lead the fleets, Collier's fleets lie on his port side, and I commanded my fleet from the starboard side. We ordered other fleets to various locations so that by midnight, all would engage BoRed's battle fleets that be scattered across Avonmora. Our spy reports indicated there be seven fleets, and we out numbered each fleet better than two to one.

However, Captain Dungeness warranted it be done proper, as he demanded his pound of flesh. He intended to regain his lost Ships of the Line and over 150 million gold - and BoRed is no fool. We'd all sailed with him before, and knew he was a capable pirate and privateer. While this be a simple task of restitution, we'd play Hell tryin' to get it from him. We'd be needin' more than cannon and powder....

....we brought our witch doctors and shamans.

This is where it be interesting - Edward Collier had the best among us, while Dungeness had a crazy woman he picked up somewhere east of St Martins - so evil and ugly that Zeus himself be afraid of her.

I on the other hand, I took what I could find. I plucked this little bloke from the gutters of Aiora. A scrawny little man named Kawi, no bigger than a boy, and a yellow streak as wide as the span from Akrotiri to St Martin. However, I've seen him cast curses and evil so delightfully dreadful, I didn't give a second thought to plunging into battle from the flag ship.

This little blighter nigh cost us the battle.

As the sunset and night fell, we doused the lights, except for our signal lanterns. That would be all that was needed for this little chore. We were to sail our flagships into the bay where BoRed had taken shore leave, so our voodoo would be targeted straight and true.

The night was perfect, no moon with a few clouds hiding some of the stars. At midnight, our three ships silently drifted into the bay. We could make out BoRed's flagship. Me crew and I watched for the signal from Dungeness. Kawi stood shaking and muttering, his little body almost looking double he shook so hard. Now mind you I don't understand a word the little rat says, but my first mate, Amos Fibbs interprets for me. I began to wonder what had Kawi all stirred up. He started to walk around the deck getting louder and louder.

"Master Fibbs!" I said in a subdued tone. "Quiet that little weasel!" Fibbs went to him, put his hand on his shoulder and the noise that came screeching out of that little body was louder and nastier than any cat would make if ye slammed it's tail in a door.

Fibbs hushed him and talked to him a bit. Then he came to me and told me that Kawi was afraid BoRed's shaman was watching. He could feel him. I was startin' to burn - that little bilge rat was beginning to get on me nerves, and we hadn't even begun the attack!

"We don't have time for this, Fibbs! Tell him that's why we brought the ships as we can blast his carcass! No worries!"

Fibbs gave me a wide eyed look of shock - "Tell him!" I growled.

Fibbs whispered his message to Kawi, who looked at me. I tried to give him a reassuring look. He started pacing and muttering again. So much for assurance, my guess.

As I began to wonder what to do about the matter, Dungeness sent the signal - Engage the Voodoo Attack. I gave the order and Fibbs relayed the order. Kawi moved to the bow of the ship so he could see the target. He started his chanting, and the magic I knew he was capable of started to happen. BoRed's flagship began to sparkle, glow, then fade as each curse from Kawi and the other shamans on the other two ships started to take effect.

Suddenly, a shout arose from BoRed's ship - there was a call to quarters. Flashes of white light exploded as BoRed's witch doctor began cleansing the ship of voodoo. I looked portside and saw what I expected. The order came - continue the attack - no quarter, none to be taken.

I gave the order and looked toward where Kawi had been standing - and he be gone. "Where's Kawi?" I bellowed.

The crew began searching, and we found the little coward in my cabin under me desk. They hauled him out. He looked as he'd seen a ghost. He was sputtering and muttering and shakin' like a leaf. I turned to Fibbs.

"What's he sayin'?"

"He's saying that BoRed's shaman is there, he's awake and he's casting curses."

I rolled my eyes. "Well of course he is! Get that little rat to the bow of the ship!"

The crew dragged him up to the bow and set him down. He turned to run back, but I stood between him and his hidey hole. My cutlass point was just about an inch from nose.

"If you want to keep your head tonight, Kawi, ye best turn around and get to work!"

Whether he understood me or not, I don't know. He turned around and looked toward BoRed's ship, which now had ghastly green-gray swirls of magic through the rigging and around the hull. Flashes of voodoo from BoRed's shaman continued to light up the night.

There were shouts from Dungeness ship - "Morgan! - Cast Those Curses!"

I could feel the smoke rolling from the collar of me jacket as me temper began to flare up. I stode the the bow of the ship. Kawi stood frozen, not certain whether to be more afraid of me or BoRed's witch doctor. I looked him straight in the eye, and with my left hand pointed to BoRed's ship, and took me cutlass and put the point roughly in his chest.

"Curse him!" I bellowed.

Kawi stood there and wet himself. Blast this little....

Suddenly the deck guns from from Dungeness ship opened up with a dull roar, and rock salt peppered the decks of my ship. Me crew ducked and took cover, yelping and hollering as the salt broke their skin and stung like all Hades.

I heard Dungeness give the order himself personally - "MORGAN, DAMN YOU, CAST THE TIME SPIRALS NOW!!!"

Disaster, it was. I be to short of time. If BoRed got loose, he'd run right at us with his fleet, and us with only three ships. We'd have be havin' cannonballs for supper and I'd be meetin' Davy Jones for breakfast, if not by BoRed, by Collier and Dungeness.

I dropped me cutlass, grabbed Kawi by the collar with one hand, by the seat of the pants with the other. The empty rum barrel was just the right size as I jammed that scurvy, yellow scab headfirst into the barrel. I grabbed the lid, slammed it down on the top.

"Fibbs! Here!" I shouted indicating the barrel. Together, we grabbed it, and turned it upside down. Dungeness renewed his salt rock sweep across our decks. I knocked the spigot free with me pistol, then shoved the barrel of the pistol into the now screaming barrel. I fired. The screaming stopped, but whimpering began. He be so short, I missed his head by two inches, but I had his attention. I grabbed a fresh pistol and jammed it into the barrel.

Holding my temper as best I could, I looked at Fibbs. "Tell this little blighter that hell hath no fury like Henry Morgan, and unless he wants to be a repository for pistol lead, he best begin castin' voodoo out the bung hole in this barrel!"

I could hear Dungeness yelling, his deck guns reloading. Before Fibbs could say anything, the barrel was quiet. Fibbs and I froze, waiting. Kawi began to chant from inside the barrel. The barrel started to sparkle and glisten. I pulled back, but left the pistol in place as to look at BoRed's ship. The green-gray mist began to grow heavier and thicker, and the flashes began to slow, and finally stopped completely. Sparkling and shimmering voodoo danced around the ship and through the mist.

It was quiet, eerie, evil sight in the moonless night. After a fair spell of time, in a quiet normal voice, I heard Dungeness say "It's done, boys - stand down."

I withdrew me pistol from the barrel, and Kawi stopped his chant. The sparkle and shimmer of voodoo disappeared, and the gray-green mist faded, revealing BoRed's ship: derelict, no lights, no movement, not on deck, not in the rigging, not even upon the water. Almost ghostlike, sitting in the bay, BoRed's ships were ready for plunder.

The first wave of our assault was complete. Captain Dungeness, Collier and I began shoutin' orders, making ready to rejoin our fleets and begin the naval assault. We knew we had to make haste, as BoRed would be - and we be just gettin' started!

I left Kawi in the barrel, and Fibbs tied it to the mast, as the little squirt kept tryin' to float it off the ship. The cook drove extra nails in the hoops, the bottom and the top. We shoved some bread and water through the bung hole. I knew as soon as this mission was over, Kawi would be lookin' fer employment - I'd kill him, but it be bad luck to kill a shaman.

[Bronze1919]

Damn! what a good story teller you are. are you a novelist or something?

if you'ld make an adventure book or whatever kind of genre you'll make, sure thing, i would buy!

Cheers!

[R0nnie]

That is so well said!! wish there was a pirates' history book of some sort in here where all such great battles were written in such interesting note.....

[Bronze1919]

i agree. they should hire sir henry morgan for that..

[Spastic]

maybe someone could sned him some credits to write stories...if SHM is willing

[Jim Hawkins]

No No he will spend the money on drink. Its hard enough keeping him sober now

[Sir Henry Morgan]

No No he will spend the money on drink. Its hard enough keeping him sober now

I take exception with your statement, dear sir! As purveyor of the finest Rums in Avonmora, I am honor bound to insure the quality of all stock. I assure you there be more profit than expenditure in this act of free enterprise.

Alas, story telling and lack of sobriety are side effects of my daily endeavors.

As for payment, nay, I be privileged to spin a tale now and again, as long as there be someone interested in the telling.

[Lefty]

BoReds point of view

Things were painfuly fuzzy and discombobulated as the first wave of voodoo was unexpectedly received and washed over my fleets
of wordly pursuits. As I tested the air, I recognized the ugly stench stench of St. Martins witchcraft.

Dazed I made my way to the flag man and sent a message to Capt D, thru the haze, suggesting ye would be more wise to try at a
postponed date. I then proceed to have my Gaspian witch respond with a defensive smoke and moonlight defense.

I scanned the seas for inpiration and found them woefully lacking in the face of the three pronged attack of the Ravens. My
crews valaintly maintained their defenses for a what seemed an eternity, but was alas, only mere minutes on the pirates glory
sundial.

I could hear bellowing throughout the melee, an overwhelming auditory overload, consisiting of fragmented echoes of
attack orders, cannon blasts, howls of the yet to be dead, wailing shouts of tortured souls, a bellowing voice asking for "more
rum...MORE RUM" was most confusing as opposed to the shrieks of terror washing over all. Which were more in tune with the
musical notes of plunder and destruction that normally accompany such an encounter.

I then put my trousers on, feeling reasured that even my enemies could do it no different ,one wooden leg at a time. I called
my trusted captains close, and planned my defense.......

[Jim Hawkins]

Colliers Point of View

I was sitting on my poop deck watching the sun go down having a glass of fine red french wine and talking to my parrot , when a pigeon flew in from the west and landed on the ships rails.

My parrot, being bilingual asked the parrot if he wanted a drink. The parrot said "let me get my breath back I have an important message for Collier".

A few moments later the pigeon told the parrot and he told me that Cpt Dungeness was in trouble and having some bother with a pesky pirate named BoReD.

Now I am an old sea dog and not inclined to fighting but when a mate is in trouble you have to go. Its a call of duty. I set sail for Avonmora.

As I am on the other side of the pond it was an advantage that I could watch out for voodoo attacks whilst my comrades were sleeping. As the sun rose SHM joined our team. Now this canny BoReD was awake. I don,t think he sleeps and drinks copious amounts of RED BULL. Having sent the spies out we knew where he had dropped anchor and sailed into position. Voodoo was cast and I set my alarm clock to be ready for when BoReD sailed out of the mist.

I fired my first savlo, he got the better of me ( I had forgotten to cast protective voodoo) We repaired the damage to our ships and fired again Got him.The money he took I got back and more then I had lost.This cat and mouse game continued through the day as voodoo did its work. Being exposed I expected attacks from other pirates but I was saved but a lonely sloop who should have known better. He attacked me, his cannon balls bounced off my hull and he sank with the ricochet.I disappeared from view.

Now Captain Morgan told the story in a more flowery way than me but that be the drink. Me being an Englishman I speak with the Queens tongue but what I can say is The three musketeers of Ravenlocke are ready and willing to protect our trade fleets "Long live the Queen".

Edaward Collier

[Mohammed]

that is a great story you guys wrote at last the role playing forum is active again