The sound of drunken laughter and the lively tune of the cabin boy’s fiddle mixed with the whistle of the wind and the harsh wail of seagulls filled the decks of the Blue Anne. It was the finest night the crew had seen in three moon cycles, so a bit of drinking seemed inevitable.
Boots pounding against the salt weathered wood while bottles of ale clinked in celebration. A few of the completely intoxicated men had taken to dancing a merry jig around the perimeter of the ship, while others clapped in sync with their jumbled steps.
Captain Samuel Carlyle took a swig of rum and let out a blissful sigh before slamming his bottle on the table in front of him. He laid back in his chair with arms folded behind his head to gaze at the stars that …show more content…
A loud crash shook the boat and caused a few men to lose their footing and topple over. The deep guttural sound of the hill breaking beneath the surface could be heard from all parts of the ship. "They be askin' for a battle, sir," the first mate gulped. The crew erupted in near chaos to ready themselves for battle. It would be the first battle without Samuel's father to command them. “Man the canons!” Samuel ordered and took to the wheel of the ship. He unsheathed his rapier, the metal blade flashing under the dim candlelight that lit the area. He gripped the caged handle of the rapier so firmly that his knuckles turned white. His expression may have appeared stone cold, however the captain quivered in his boots. Only the stars would bear witness to the impending battle, perhaps his father watched amongst them. The calm of the sea became rocky and waves pounded each side of the ships. Rain began to pour down from the heavens and stung like needles on the skin, as if the stars had willed the far challenging battle.
The rival ship had drawn close enough that Samuel could see the toothy grin of the rival ship’s captain, Edward Marx. Marx had been a fierce enemy to Samuel’s father and must have not heard the news of his opponent’s
Boots pounding against the salt weathered wood while bottles of ale clinked in celebration. A few of the completely intoxicated men had taken to dancing a merry jig around the perimeter of the ship, while others clapped in sync with their jumbled steps.
Captain Samuel Carlyle took a swig of rum and let out a blissful sigh before slamming his bottle on the table in front of him. He laid back in his chair with arms folded behind his head to gaze at the stars that …show more content…
A loud crash shook the boat and caused a few men to lose their footing and topple over. The deep guttural sound of the hill breaking beneath the surface could be heard from all parts of the ship. "They be askin' for a battle, sir," the first mate gulped. The crew erupted in near chaos to ready themselves for battle. It would be the first battle without Samuel's father to command them. “Man the canons!” Samuel ordered and took to the wheel of the ship. He unsheathed his rapier, the metal blade flashing under the dim candlelight that lit the area. He gripped the caged handle of the rapier so firmly that his knuckles turned white. His expression may have appeared stone cold, however the captain quivered in his boots. Only the stars would bear witness to the impending battle, perhaps his father watched amongst them. The calm of the sea became rocky and waves pounded each side of the ships. Rain began to pour down from the heavens and stung like needles on the skin, as if the stars had willed the far challenging battle.
The rival ship had drawn close enough that Samuel could see the toothy grin of the rival ship’s captain, Edward Marx. Marx had been a fierce enemy to Samuel’s father and must have not heard the news of his opponent’s