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Louis Quinault
 Posted: Dec 11 2017, 04:06 PM
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Louis was helping Jacques and the others getting rid of the powder bags, one by one.

"The mermaids and fishes won't be too happy with what is coming their way", Louis commented while throwing one of the wet, full, dripping bags overboard. "I wonder if the fishes can survive or this quantity of gunpowder is going to kill them and on which distance."

"You'd better care about yourself, if we can make it to the next port," Jacques muttered. "Have you talked to one of the lieutenants which is the nearest port?"

"It's Martinique - be it Fort Royal or Saint Pierre, depending on the winds at that moment."

Barthemy, who was working nearby, smiled in the darkness, just for himself. Martinique. His homeland. Maybe, if the ship remains there for repairs, he'd have the opportunity to see his family.
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Julien Bauldry
 Posted: Dec 17 2017, 09:05 PM
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Julien tried to organize things as well as he could. He could feel small panic on the ship, but naval discipline was still well in force. He was glad that he had other good lieutenants helping him.

Julien tried to keep order on deck, but he had to see what was going on below the deck again. He let the captain take care of the deck, and he went searching for Henri and ask about the repair team. He found Henri soon enough again, "Anything new the report, Lieutenant? How are the repairs? Do we know how many holes we have?"

Time passed and even while they were still swimming, it started to look bad, very bad in fact. Even with the pumps fully manned and repair teams working hard, Julien could not feel that they were swimming any higher on water. It seemed that even their best efforts could only keep the damage from spreading and water taking over new spaces. With fresh men they could just barely keep her as she was, but what would happen when the men were to tire? This troubled Julien.

The ship was still listing heavily on the other side, even while moving of the cannons seemed to help a bit. However, this meant that it started to seem that they would still sink, but in a more stationary manner. The pumps slowed down when men got tired, Julien could not avoid noticing this, they started to sink properly, not very rapidly but nevertheless.

The ship's cells were on the lowest decks, so Julien gave command to free sailors and marines, "We cannot let the prisoner's drown before they reach trial! Just in case, get marines to escort them on deck in shackles! Place them under careful guard with all the marines not needed with repairs or moving of the guns! We don't want them making any escape attempts!"
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Marc Lafont
 Posted: Dec 23 2017, 12:36 AM
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Upon being scolded, Marc heaved a sigh. "I've done what I can, yes. That is... every time I patched a hole, it seemed there was another bigger one that grew in its place. I was starting to fear I'd run out of wood. I've done as much of the hull as I can, too." It was, he thought, like the Hydra Thierry knew about, except that he thought the holes were actually growing faster than the sea monster's arms did. "What's next?

He thought perhaps they should try to get to the prisoners. Fixing the guns was all well and good, but certainly the people in the brig couldn't hold out much longer.
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 Posted: Dec 28 2017, 03:50 PM
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NARDO SERRANO, JEAN SERRE, HAJA. ABIDEMI, pirates


Time passed the slowest possible for the poor prisoners. Many of them were just trying to recover from tortures. The fact that they had been left in peace for now, was nothing to wonder about. Jean Serre had been among the prisoners exchanged in June. He told them that it had happened in the same way last time, when the villains who had commandeered the "Rising Sun", now lost forever in the depths of the ocean, had sold them to the French Navy... to the same ship, even.

"Tomorrow the ordeal would recommence... and the day after... and so on, until we arrive in port, to the prison... where they have more refined tools of torture."

Nardo tried to pray. He didn't want to think about tortures, prison and hanging sentence. The others, former slaves, feared they would be sold back to slavery, to the sugarcane fields. This was the usual punishment in their case.

At a certain moment, Abidemi, closer to the door of the brig, felt his barefoot toes dipping wet.

"Water is coming from the door! The ship is sinking!" he shouted in English.

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Casimir St. John
 Posted: Dec 28 2017, 04:15 PM
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Cass smiled faintly at Baptiste’s words. He was always the practical one, while Baptiste was the dreamer.

”If possible. He has to watch out, not to risk his own life. Court martial for fraternizing with the enemy? You have eaten his bread, you know what it means. One more warm body to shake his trotters by our side, at the same ball where the judges pay the fiddlers. Better don’t think about it…”

It was difficult simply waiting for the time to pass. At the same time, his feeling of an experienced seaman was telling him that something was wrong. There were shifts in the ship’s position… He wondered how to interpret them. It wasn’t as if anybody would tell anything to the prisoners.

He heard Jean's words and he agreed with them. They would recommence. Angel had told him the same. And most likely he would die with his head in that damn bucket, if the officer continued his cruel, original torture. About what could expect them in the fort, he had idea from having seen the fort and the three captains, bearing on their bodies the trace of tortures.

In despair, even Cass the atheist wasn't sure what to believe and what not to.

"If there is a God, for Maribel's tears and prayers, please save us! If Saint John exists for real and can hear us praying and suffering... please, have mercy of us not to die in the gallows," he prayed silently.

There was an answer, totally different than he had expected, to his previous questions about the ship: water. He knew what it could mean. Drowned like rats in the brig, without any possibility to get out.

They wouldn't die in the gallows, most likely. The ship was listing. This was the problem. And taking water through all the tinier or bigger holes made by Cass's cannonade. Wasn't this an irony of fate?
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Pauwel
 Posted: Dec 29 2017, 08:37 PM
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Pauwel muttered in Tamil, the words likely seeming gibberish to his fellow pirates. The frenchmen - they were frenchmen, the others had said so but everything was so jumbled he lost track - hadn't seemed to understand the few words he peppered in his english when he didn't know the word. It was unusual for him to be so scattered, to not translate before he spoke. It was reminiscent of his days in the dutch households, no kindness and no respect. First the scourge of his country, as casteless. A slave had been a step up and a step behind, giving him all the freedoms of a chained lapdog. The pirates - he was still the least experienced and least useful amongst them, but they had treated him like a person.

Only a matter of months earlier he had seen a ship under attack. At the time, he thought it would be the worst experience he would live through. Now he knew better. The feeling of impending doom as the ship sank, the stinging pain in his feet where the splinters had dug deep into skin and salt had seeped in, the constant shaking in his hands and the ringing of cannon fire in his ears long after the fire had ended with the death of four ships. Living through that, was much worse. It didn't help that he barely knew how to swim in calm water. The nets (fishing nets perhaps? Pauwel could not understand why the fighting-boat would have nets made for fish) had scooped him out of the water like a drowned rat, and the men aboard the remaining boat had treated him much the same, particularly when he spoke Tamil.

These men, the frenchmen. They looked down on him the same way he had been looked down upon in India. A blemish in the society. A problem to be thrown away. A sewer rat that not even the gods would acknowledge. The other men spoke of prayers and miracles, but the tamil knew better. The gods didn't listen to untouchables. Here on the seas, the way the french sailors had looked at him, Pauwel knew it was the pirates who bore such a name. There was no miracle here to save them.

"Your prayers would sooner reach the Kuḻantaikaḷ atarmattin, friends, your devils. Good gods do not care for theives and kacāppu."

Pauwel paused before he added the words in his own tongue. Now was not the time to ask the names of those who sliced meat, regardless of whether it was human or sheep. Men had died at the hands of other men. If that was not similar enough to the bloody scene of a kacappu katai, the "gallows" certainly would. Dead men strung up to rot like the dismantled carcasses strung along a wall. The Tamil barely noticed as the trembling of his hands crawled through his veins until his whole body shook. Absorbed in fear of death as he was, the sound of the french creating a commotion scared him more. He didn't know if it meant another ship or if they always ran like chickens, but it was not a good sign.

"Four ships, dead. We did not go easy on the ship we sit in now. Death is very close by your shoulders."
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 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 11:05 PM
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Valerian tried to smile when the master's mate commented about the gunpowder.

"I bet there would be no more fishes for a good radius around. If we can't eat nor drink gunpowder, they won't either," he replied.

Indeed, they should mind their own situation too. What to do if it was going to sink?

"It is obvious if it sinks, we can't get all of us on the existing boats. Some of us have to think what about making some rafts. Barthemy, what do you think a raft could be made of?"

The reassurance that Martinique was not too far gave them a bit of hope. Including to Jacques. Of course the carpenter's mate was the best to be asked about an improvised vessel to get them to that island…

"If push comes to shove, deck planks could be the best for floating and taking more people on. And a couple of yard arms as poles, and maybe one to improvise a sail on," he advised. "We'd better have our valuables on, just in case, I am saying…"

It was a piece of wise advice. Valerian sighed.

"I have everything with me."

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NARDO SERRANO, JEAN SERRE, HAJA. ABIDEMI, pirates


Water. The death was closer to them than the gallows. Nardo felt the ship listing and understood what could have happened. It didn't took a master's mate's skills for this. Just a few years of experience at sea...

Jean Serre shook his head at Cass's words toward Baptiste. He understood those words. He had heard them enough times while he was with the pirates. He was more familiar with the French expression, marrying the wooden-legged widow, and that was a lady he would have preferred to avoid...

All of them frowned at the words of the Devil's powdermonkey. It seemed that, in fear, everyone tried to prophetise in a way or another. Thanos believed himself sent by Virgin Mary for a special mission... this one said things half in his mother tongue, but the English half was understandable and worrisome enough... Was he the Jonah among them, Jean wondered?

"Death is close anyway. But maybe something happens and takes another," Jean said.

May Baron Samedi help him...

Marines opened the door of the brig right then, taking them unceremoniously outside, and up on the main deck. At least there wasn't water yet, some of them thought.

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Casimir St. John
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 11:29 PM
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Cass had nothing to say, in order to alleviate the tension. It was clear, however, that no part of what was happening was meant to be good. He looked at Pauwel and replied friendly:

"I agree with Jean. Maybe death is busy with others and can forget about us."

As the marines came to take them up to the deck, he looked around. He saw Thierry and the others moving the big guns and he understood more from that sight, which reminded him of the lost Caribbean Siren of a year ago. He locked gazes with Thierry for a few moments, wanting to convey him that if anything happened, Leftheris was the one to bring the news to Mora and Maribel.

At least it was air on the main deck. Less hot. And the threat of water was smaller from up there.
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Thierry Vounos
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 11:40 PM
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Leftheris was already tired, but the effects of the work could be seen. The ship was staying better in water now. Maybe they would make it, like the other privateer ship they had met a few months ago.

He pointed at the other cannon, and told Marc:

"This is next! I agree with you that it is a nasty situation."

When he saw the pirates being brought up, Cass's gaze seemed to convey him a message... but to Leftheris' tormented soul, that was a sad one. A sort of a friendly good-bye which was breaking his heart. He pulled another big gun from its place, just because he needed to do something, not to think anymore about the fate of the men he had happened to get acquainted with. About how he'd look at Mora anymore after having witnessed her brother-in-law's tortures.
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Henri d'Estrees
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 02:10 PM
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The second lieutenant looked at the master's mate.

"Your superior has fallen in the latest cannonade. Go make the point and tell the captain how much do we have until Martinique."

He prayed that the ship was able to make that distance. He didn't like the idea of a ship sinking in the deep sea - this was something bound to always happen to somebody else, not to him and the ship he was on! Then, Henri approached Julien with a sigh.

"The repairs are… ongoing," he said, his tone already confessing his opinion about their lack of efficiency and how ongoing was the best word. "We can't count the holes – they are many small ones, and more springing with each one patched. One can't stop the water passing through a sieve, and unfortunately this is how our hull looks like after the pirates' cannonades."

At least it seemed that throwing out a few of the big guns and rearranging the others had worked for the balance of the ship.

"I am on my way to report to the captain that we are really sinking. We have better to prepare for the worst case. The carpenters' team is repairing a hole and two others are opening. The people working down below had advised each other to have all their valuables with them, and to think already about planks which could make potential rafts when everything is lost. So the morale is lower with each new water burst."

Now he didn't condemn Lafont anymore for trying to make himself useful elsewhere. He had to seek the captain, if Julien didn't do it first.

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Louis Quinault
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 02:45 PM
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The ammunition was already on the bottom of the sea. All of it, dripping wet how it was. And the ship seemed to sit a bit better in the water, but for how long? When being here and looking at the carpentry team's Sisyphus work, Louis understood the cruel reality that they were only prolonging the unavoidable.

The young master's mate considered Barthemy's words wise. When the second lieutenant sent him to make the point, Louis used the compulsory trip to his cabin to follow the advice of the older carpenter's mate. He got all his coins in pouches tied with their strings to the pocket, so that the water couldn't take them out, and he made sure he had his sailor's knife with him, perfectly aware he might need it if he didn't succeed to get a place in the boats. But he took also the log and the hourglass, ready to calculate and measure up, in connection to what he had measured at midday, with the backstaff.

He found an idle sailor on the deck to entrust him the hourglass as he casted the log, then he joined the second lieutenant when informing the captain:

"Allow me to report, Sirs, that if the wind doesn't change direction, we'll get to the coast of Martinique in about eight hours."

He kept silent about his opinion that the ship wouldn't resist as long.
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Christian Lécuyer
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 10:31 AM
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It wasn’t looking good for the French flagship. Although Christian was located on deck, the ship lay low in the water and by the very way it behaved, he knew that it was in poor condition. Furthermore, reports kept getting to him about newly discovered problems that, on their own might prove a serious problem, was quite condemning to a ship as they came all together at once. he gave a nod at the notion that they were eight hours from port. He had no disillusion that they would stay afloat for this long, but if he lost his composure now, the sailors’ might lose morale and become far less efficient than they were.

Seeing the pirates led up on deck, Christian frowned. In his opinion, they were not worth a second thought in conditions like these and he’d not loose any sleep to see them drown in the brig after the damage they had done to the French warship. But they were up here and Christian knew that ordering them off his deck would likely just make them refuse which could lead to a fight on deck. He didn’t want this. ‘Those pirates on the deck…’ he told the nearest marine and pointed at the shackled bunch of criminal scum. ‘… make sure they remain out of the way of our sailors and if any of them hesitate to follow your instructions, kill them as an example!’ he continued coldly. ‘Their lives are irrelevant now anyway,’ he added in a low mutter to himself.

Christian sighed and shook his head looking out over the horizon. Although it wasn’t easily noticeable, he couldn’t see as far as he usually could. ‘We won’t reach Martinique,’ he said calmly and turned to the closest officer. ‘Prepare the boats and have all non-essential crew abandon ship,’ he ordered. ‘Maintain the carpentry crew, a helmsman for now and reduce the sails to avoid having the wind capsizing us when we lose forward momentum’.
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Julien Bauldry
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 05:43 PM
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When rest of the officers did their special tasks, Julien tried to maintain a general understanding what was going on. He ordered people around the deck.

The captain ordered the marines. Even while his orders seemed quite cruel, Julien generally agreed, and repeated the captain orders, "Aye, men! Make sure those prisoners won't cause any problems! You can fire at will if need be!"

Then the captain finally commanded boats to be prepared. It was the final confirmation that they would indeed abandon the ship. The sailors had patched some of the worst holes, but this only bought them time for the orderly evacuation of the vessel.

He knew that most of the men could not save all their possessions, he might. He ordered two men who seemed could be spared, "You two, Get my chest from my cabin! You will find it easily, it has my initials on it."

He was not going to take the chest with him it was too big. But, he would take some of his most valued professions with him, including his gift pistols from his father, letters, a few books and his own spyglass. He could carry them in a small bag.

He tired to observe where all the men and officers were. He ordered, "Lieutenant d'Estrées, could you make sure that we can get some small arms on board the boats with some ammunition? We should have still some small arms ammunition left, even while he abandoned the big guns with their balls." They might need to hunt animals for food and the like, so this was a good precaution.
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Thanos Perivolakis
 Posted: Jan 29 2018, 10:14 PM
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And here it was, of all things that could have happened to them other than savage torture and interrogations, water and watery graves was the last thing that Thanos expected. How peachy! The greek in foreign seas thought to himself, now that he was losing hope of ever amending his mistakes and starting to blame Virgin Mary and Christ instead of himself for everything that had transpired the ship was listing. He could swear that if his brother Alexis was here -well, inside the brig- he would scold him for even thinking that way and surely say that they would all die in the bottom of the ocean because of this.

Thanos glanced once toward Cass and told him with a grin "I hope you remember that when we go to Davy Jones' locker to tell him that it was your cannons that killed us all and not those French lilies... Imagine that, captain Sol having his own crew sinking with the vessel that his own crew sank! At least Mary will send us her dolphins again to do as we must... Or the crabs!"

As the marines opened the door and started taking them up to the deck, Thanos let out a slight sigh and thanked Mary and Christ. Apparently the crabs had eaten today and did not have need of a feast. Lefteris was among the marines that moved the canons around trying to save a dying ship. Thanos smiled at him as he passed and swore to the greek that had to serve the french in their own native tongue that they would all have another greek celebration, but one that involved as many greeks as possible. Interestingly enough, his own brother the second lieutenant was not close enough, but to Thanos as long as Alexis was in the same place as him, their destiny was tied just as it was in Port-de-Paix.
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