Turn 13 - Rats-Be-Gone!Roar, then leap at another creature, using the current one's head as a diving board. Tackle it and rip it limb from limb
(2) Arr, this one still be movin'! Better keep beatin' it.
"Begin yer p'rdon"
Grab me hammer and git to wreckin tha rats
(3) Ye take a sledge frm' yer toolbox, though to yer surprise there not be any live beasties in sight.
"Good work, mateys! Carpenter might be a bit rattled at ya though."
Reload some more!
(1) The cannon falls down through the floor inta th' hold! P'raps it not be such a good idea to fire it straight upwards...
Do whateverr unconscious people do. Like wakin' up or somethin'.
That's gonna smarrt when eye wake up.
(5) Fortunately for ye, it weren't enough to put ye out fer long. Ye notice that loony stowaway tearin' away at one o' th' scurvy things, so, quickly retrievin' yer burnin' sworrrd, ye put a quick end to it's sufferin. Hmm. Fer a second ye spy 2 confused loonies standin' over dead beasties. Then it be 1. Then 2 again.
Then it settles on one. Arr, but for somethin' cold to hold against yer head...
Curse an' hack away!
(6) Ensurin' the last twitchin' wretches on th' gundeck indeed be corpses, ye leap up th' hatch t' repel the rest. Ye find 2 o' the bastards still movin, and lay inta them with such ferocity that soon they be nothin' but bloody gibblets that ye send tumblin' o'er the side. Then ye see yer first mate starin' at ye, shocked, holdin' a fishin' rod w' the line... missing. Oops.
Obviously, th' gods approve o' this. So I should...
Continue th' spinin' thing!
(5) As ye whirl yer flamin' captive about, ye suddenly spy a flashin' axe, an' ye feel th' weight suddenly leave ye. Yer burnin' hammer-toss goes screamin' off like a meteor, and, still with a wee charge o' divine thunder, explodes spectacularly on strikin' what's left o' the other ship. More wreckage sails skyward, an' one o' the flamin' pieces fallin' down lands on th' deck right before ye: a barrel o' preserved squid.
Stupid bird, get off me leeches!
(3) Charles squawks in ear-peircin' terror, leapin' back and knockin' th' jar over. Well, at least he be off it.
Shoot more people! I may be sick, but I'm also a part o' this damn crew, and we ain't dyin' on my watch!
(4) From yer window ye can see 6 motionless forms bobbin' in th' water, an ye manage t' snipe 2 o' them in th' head with yer pistols.
After a few seconds, ye realize: there not be a single one left alive on this ship, nor any more comin' fr'm the other. Well, now that th' chaos seems ta be overrr,
ye decide to take stock with each other before ye plan yer next move.-Directly adjacent to xxXXFloating WreckXXxx
-Minor damage sustained
-Main sail ruined
-All enemies killed or knocked overboard
-x Barrel o' slightly charred, preserved squid x acquired
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