"Batten down the hatches, pull in the sails. This is going to be close..." Hunter yelled, as he tried to keep the ship from being dashed against the rocks. As if the Marines and the deadly currents weren't bad enough, a storm had started brewing, making his job a nightmare among nightmares. It was as if the gods themselves had finally decided to arrange his death, well screw those fuckers, he'll make his own odds.

"Jack, make yerself useful and get us some barrels of gunpowder through the hold. I'll see us through this shit-storm yet."

There was an audible crack, as the ship scrapped across a rock. Fortunately there was little damage... hell the blasted figurehead had come of so that was an upside, but he couldn't risk that again. His eyes were stinging like a bugger due to the waves thrashing his eyes, but hee had to keep his eyes on the waves, and get them through the storm. A cannon shot rang out from one of the marine ships, followed by an entire orchestra of gunfire. The bastards were trying to sink us.

"Brace for impact, ye bastards!" He yelled, trying to be heard above the squall of the storm, "They're trying to sink us!"