The cannonballs were flying, missing the boat, or being destroyed before they could hit by Macario. A volley of twenty cannonballs came at the ship from the pursuing ships. In a flurry of smoke, all of the cannonballs got shattered, broken metal showering into the water just in front of the Hinnon Breeze, as Kuhn landed on the railing, his duster blowing in the wind, he flexed his wrists, and the empty shells inside of the chamber of his revolver poured out, all eight of them. His shotgun popped open and the empty shells also hit the deck. "Who da fuck's shooting at us?" Kuhn asked, turning around, jumping down onto the deck - just as one ball hit the front of the ship. "Fuck." He added, holstering his weapons he reached for his rifle. 

"... Them there are soldiers of the Antler kingdom. Was it really de best idea to put up a flag?"

"We're pirates, dammit!" Chester shouted, as he emerged from below the deck. 

"And these fuckers are dead! I'm getting us in close so we can board them!" Chester shouted - Kuhn was surprised his Captain didn't decide to just jump into the water and try to swim. "Our ship's never gonna be able to hold up against all that fire power. We're gonna have to run away dis time"

"What?! The Grog Crusaders don't run!" Chester shouted.

"We do if we wanna live, unless you wanna [i]swim to land!"[/i]