Alithea Moon
Visitor
Somewhere off the coast of Buc's Den...
"Perfect!" Moon announced as she studied the myriad holes in the hull of the other ship. Half of that whimsically painted name, the Indigo Wave, had been shattered into the waters with the impact of a cannon ball.
She patted the still smoking belly of a cannon, admiring her handiwork. "I couldn't have made that first shot with the other cannons. Would have lost her around the rocks if the first volley had missed. These are much stronger, much more precise."
"Aye," added her tiller, "but we're going to lose the cargo to the waves if we stand about preening over new cannons, Captain." He was seaweathered and past his prime, but still sharpeyed and quick on the maneuvering involved in steering the Harvest at her Captain's increasingly risky demands.
She sighed and wafted a hand at him, turning to the occupants of the Indigo and her captain. "Will yeh unload your cargo willingly? Or let your ship sink under its weight? I promise you I can have the wreck dredged faster than your bodies will wash ashore. Not that your... benefactors care for your hides. They just want the cargo. Must be quite the haul to be riding so low in the water -before- I poked a few holes in yer hull."
The crew muttered and shifted uneasily before their captain silenced them and stared hard at the gleeful looking smile on the face of the Harvest's Captain.
She leaned on the rail, exuding confidence in his eventual choice. The Indigo shuddered, its sails fluttering like a downed dragon as it took on more water.
"Well? What say you?"
"Perfect!" Moon announced as she studied the myriad holes in the hull of the other ship. Half of that whimsically painted name, the Indigo Wave, had been shattered into the waters with the impact of a cannon ball.
She patted the still smoking belly of a cannon, admiring her handiwork. "I couldn't have made that first shot with the other cannons. Would have lost her around the rocks if the first volley had missed. These are much stronger, much more precise."
"Aye," added her tiller, "but we're going to lose the cargo to the waves if we stand about preening over new cannons, Captain." He was seaweathered and past his prime, but still sharpeyed and quick on the maneuvering involved in steering the Harvest at her Captain's increasingly risky demands.
She sighed and wafted a hand at him, turning to the occupants of the Indigo and her captain. "Will yeh unload your cargo willingly? Or let your ship sink under its weight? I promise you I can have the wreck dredged faster than your bodies will wash ashore. Not that your... benefactors care for your hides. They just want the cargo. Must be quite the haul to be riding so low in the water -before- I poked a few holes in yer hull."
The crew muttered and shifted uneasily before their captain silenced them and stared hard at the gleeful looking smile on the face of the Harvest's Captain.
She leaned on the rail, exuding confidence in his eventual choice. The Indigo shuddered, its sails fluttering like a downed dragon as it took on more water.
"Well? What say you?"