Grapeshot and chain bolts peppered the rigging of Abrogail's
Fury and Ezikial's signature shot blasted the wheel to splinters. The Chelish flagship returned fire, severely
denting the hull of Crisis and knocking the sails askew--Crisis slammed
keel-first into the side of the Fury and seemed to skid, staving in the black
ship's hull. Both ships rolled on the
swell, no longer making way. The Crisis
officers jumped across to the Fury and were met by a force of Chelish
marines. Admiral Thrune and her bodyguard
stood on the quarterdeck, ready to back up the marines.
Chopper hacked at the enemy forces then reeled as a crossbow
bolt slammed into his shoulder and seemed to explode with malevolent
power. The Admiral sneered and handed
her crossbow a crewman for reloading, accepting a second bow in exchange.
Ezikial ignored the swords of the marines and charged
forward, screaming Besmara's wrath. He
fired both pistols at the bodyguard, a woman dressed in impressive
spike-covered black armor. "You may
be just my type, m'lady," Ezikial gritted.
"Let's see how you bleed for me, shall we?" The bodyguard sniffed as her wounds partially
healed themselves.
Chopper was in imminent danger of being surrounded by
marines with boarding pikes. Feruzi
fired her bow, downing one and wounding the other while Sandara skirted the
pikes to land a healing spell on her teetering Captain. Reiko decapitated the wounded marine
seemingly without noticing and, just like that, the way was open for them to
charge the Admiral. The bodyguard
readied to receive them while the Admiral cast a spell. Unholy fire burst on the deck, scorching
them.
Ezikial continued firing at the bodyguard, who glowed again
with healing power. She shoved him aside
and hacked at Chopper with her bardiche.
He winced in pain but endeavored to appear unimpressed, an endeavor that
became more convincing as Sandara channeled energy and the wounds sealed
over. Reiko snarled a challenge at
Admiral Thrune but the bodyguard threw herself in the katana's path, screaming
as the blade bit through her armor. She
collapsed on the deck, dead.
"And I thought we had something there," Ezikial
said sadly.
"Valeria!
NO!" Admiral Thrune shrieked.
"You CAN surrender, you know," Chopper told her.
"I will NEVER surrender! My soul is lost no matter what happens."
A priestess of Norgorber suddenly became visible, flinging
up a wall of blades in front of Chopper and Reiko. Feruzi and Ezikial fired their weapons,
Ezikial wounding the Admiral, Feruzi skewering the priestess. Reiko wrenched herself free of the blades,
her kimono slashed to ribbons, and finished Ezikial's work, cleaving the
admiral open from breastbone to pelvis.
Chopper attacked the cleric, but nothing seemed to happen. Sandara quickly threw a dispelling field,
revealing the illusion. Feruzi whipped
around, grimacing, and spotted the cleric fleeing toward the other side of the
ship.
"Hey, no running away, there!" she yelled and drew
her bow. The cleric looked back and
received an arrow in the eyesocket for her trouble. The remaining marines and crew shrank back,
some even jumping overboard to an uncertain fate rather than surrender.
Reiko looked overboard as the Crisis crew herded the
prisoners belowdecks. The battle seemed
to be going well--many of the Chelish ships were breaking off the attack and
fleeing into the storm. "Shall we
raise our colors on this ship to announce its capture?" Reiko asked.
"Aye, make it so," Chopper said. "Yer fookin' welcome, Bonefist," he
grumbled under his breath.
With the Chelish armada broken, the Shackles fleet limped
back to Hell Harbor and the predictable
partying. Everyone, it seemed, wanted to
pat Chopper on the back.
"Well, ye know, I have my moments," he said
modestly. "Question now is, what
next?"
"There is really only one reasonable course of
action," Reiko said. "The King
must be deposed."
"Wait, he's not supposed to be a useless
figurehead?" Feruzi asked.
"When did this happen?"
"He is clearly too arrogant for his position. It nearly cost us our freedom. As a Free Captain I take issue."
"He weren't so back in th' day," Fishguts said,
"but thirty-eight years is a long time ter rule an' recent events ha'
proved he ain't the man he wuz."
"Clearly."
"He should have had some grandchildren," Feruzi
added. "It gives people something
to do in their old age that is annoying but not harmful."
Tessa nodded.
"Then you call for a vote of no confidence?"
Chopper did a quick count of the assembled captains, gauging
whether enough were present to make any actions official. "Fookin' right," he concluded. "Shall we show the old man the
door? What say you?"
"AYE!" shouted, apparently, every pirate in the
Shackles.
"I think it is clear which of you we would prefer to
nominate, but the decision is still yours."
Reiko glanced at Chopper, who grinned. "Very well, I accept," he
said. Another cheer went up.
"Our acclaim won't be enough, of course," Tessa
said. "The title's wholly empty as
long as Bonefist wears the Hurricane Crown and sits enthroned in Fort Hazard ."
"And he cannot be expected to relinquish either without
a fight," Endymion said.
"Well, it won't be our first raid," Reiko said.
"Plus there's the back door," Feruzi added.
"Back door?"
"Yes. Harrigan
was planning to sneak in and assassinate Bonefist using a secret entrance put
in by a former incumbent. The Chelish
invaders were supposed to make Harrigan the new ruler of the Shackles--under
their orders, of course,"
Endymion spat.
"Treacherous bastard."
"This is a surprise to anyone?"
The Master of the Gales nodded. "Then a stealthy assault on Port Peril
is best. Overthrow Bonefist and send him
either into exile or to a watery grave."
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