[@Lord of Evil][@Spriggs27]

Cannonfire and black powder had deafened her as the enemy expected. All of the Great Aquarius was engaged with the brigands and boarders and hadn't taken a chance to look at the water below. The trap was sprung and from the sounds of it there was a mess below deck, just like there was a problem on the main deck and the enemy deck. There simply wasn't enough time to react to everything but Delilah had to try; this was not going to be their end. 

"Garret, take Jack and anyone not engaged and go below deck. I want whatever is down there wiped out before they get a chance to do real damage. Go!" 

Jack was the smartest choice in a close quarters fight, him being a lunatic with a blade in hand, and Garret was the kind of clever that kept himself alive despite being forced into a situation that put them at a disadvantage. The ballista fight had been cleared, freeing up Anemone and Izal but word wouldn't reach them quick enough. Not that it mattered. Delilah had confidence in many things and one of those was that her adoptive father would do what he did best. 

Behind her, the contracted wizard had done little in the fight. His magic was not accustomed to fighting and relied heavily on defensive magic, making him useless in the situation unfolding around him. Rather than stand proud beside the mercenary crew he had nearly pissed himself and backed up as close to the rear of the ship as he could, the sight of blood so quickly after he had escaped from these pirates had his stomach in violent upheaval as the man turned and leaned out over the sea to empty his stomach.
The blade that struck him hard in the throat was a rusted piece of work, jagged and dull. It tore more than cut as the green skinned goblin grinned as it repeatedly pulled back its stubby arm to drive the point back into the victims neck while it latched onto his hair and face. The stifled scream as he was dragged over and into the water was the only alert he could give.

Delilah turned sharply at the sound, grimacing. The fight was getting chaotic but it was her duty to protect the wheel. Garret and Jack were gone and that left her alone till aid came up to secure the rear. A darker fear sank further into her stomach as the pieces of grand deception moved further to their goal.

With a thrust of her rapiers shining point Delilah took a Goblin through the eye and into the brain that dropped the hideous creature back to the depths as she slashed the throat out of another and another after that, but nearly a dozen dirty sets of hands were scraping up the tail end of the Great Aquarius.

Was there anyone who could reach her in time? Gritting her teeth and backing up to the wheel she readied her nerves for the fight ahead. It was just goblins, Delilah reminded herself.

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[@lunarlord34]

Izal wiped the blood from his curved sword on the tunic of the slain at his feet, almost idly. The situation seemed well in hand from his position at the front so it was time to conquer what was rightfully belonging to the merchants back at Karak Kharagul.

Stretching his back, he gave a shrill whistle and pointed at Great Aquarius' rear deck. Many were engaged and more were trying to cross over but with the cannon crew now on deck, their shots having hit the enemy hull with great impact, the old captain assumed they had the situation well in hand. 

It was time to board the enemy ship.

"Anemone and crew, follow me. They tried to take whats ours and failed miserably. Lets show them how it is done!" 

Not even waiting for the others to confirmor not, Izal felt his magic buildingto a crescendo as he felt lighter. Stronger. Nearly invincible! With a great running stride Izal planted a foot on the railin and leaped across the gap, grabbing a swinging rope from the enemy boarding party that still dangled in the breeze fo ferry himself over, landing on their own raised deck with a thump of creaking boards.

Two pirates raised their weapons to meet him and were promptly overpowered, a feral growl rumbling from the former captain as he cleaved through their feeble offense leaving both headless corpses, weapons clattering to the deck uselessly.

There was still dozens aboard the ship taking cover or climbing to get a clear sight below or to the great aquarius. On true blues deck, Bertol fought honorably if foolishly with a strong armed dwarf as the crew kept

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[@Noodles]

Raz struck hard every swing in an attempt to push the boarder to his knees but the slippery wretch was quick with his weapon and more skilled than the Dwarf was prepared for. When Bertol went for the parry, Raz knew the game was up. The boy was quicker by far and they both knew it but Raz had dozens of years worth if fighting experience to call on. 

As his axe was deftly pushed aside Raz threw his weight it in a sloppy tumble that had him away from whatever the lad had tried to stab him with. Back on his feet he backed up and whistled for a gunner to drop the boy dead.
The plan was unsuccessful as cannon fire tore through the ships hull, shaking the TRUE BLUE enoigh that he lost his already unsteady balance and dropped on his back to the deck.

Fresh gunfire swept his crew like a scythe through wheat, nearly a dozen dropping with potentially fatal wounds. Raz had only surviced from luck.. luck that was running dry.

"Bah! Y'think am gonna jus' lay down 'n die, boy?" 

Scrambling onto his belly he quickly rose and darted for the door leading below deck, throwing it wide.

"SKULL SMASHERS, LETS GO!"

Even if he took an arrow to the skull right then and there, Raz grinned evily as he felt heavy footsteps coming to the stairs from the very belly of the ship. Lots of them.

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[@Ookawa]

The grapeshot tore through the wood like paper, the screams of pain from the enemy ship werent loud enough that she would have heard them but more than a few were not joining the fight. The damage to the ships exterior wasn't enough to risk it sinking. Something Captain Delilah wantes to avoid if it couls be helped. 

While on deck her volley was effective, dropping nearly a dozen pirates with well placed shots from her firing squad. Thise few that had touched down on the deck knew they weren't going to last long, 2 of them whimpering as they tossed themselves overboard to avoid being cut down. 

The main deck had been secured for now. 

"GOBLINS BELOW DECK!"

The call came from a crewmate emerging from the hold, a bright cut zigzagged across their abdomen, their hand resting over the wound protectively. 

"We got crew below caught unawares! Cannon teams gone."

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[@ennui][@jdh97]

Goblins in the belly of GREAT AQUARIUS was causing a panic as the unprepared crew below, many non-combatants aboard the ship, were caught off guard and summarily slaughtered as they tried to flee. Others grabbed their companions and fled to any area with a door and barricaded themselves. 
Of the goblins in Isa's path there was only death for their ranks as the monster tore through flesh and blood with abandon. Those still clinging to the windows outside the sea elfs quarters saw the hideous thing and turned tail, ignoring the portculis in favor of softer meat far away.

In the Kitchens below deck, not far from Elodeas quarters, was a cacophony of banging metal and the crash of something heavy hitting the walls every so often. Over the din of goblin screams was the wordless howl of pain and rage coming from one of the lead cooks. With a staff of 6 to feed the whole ship, just the one remained. At his back was the door to the pantry and 4 crewmates huddled in terror.
In front of that single door was Irving, howling in pain as goblins climbed him like a tree as they stabbed a him anywhere they could before a meaty palm managed to clamp down.

For his part the big man had made short work of the threats, having literally crushed the little creatures into the wall and floor withhis bare hands. The last goblin was securely on his back as it stabbed him repeatedly in the sides as he dealt with its friends.

"GRRAH!" Bloody spit hung to his beard as Irving thrashed and grabbed futiely at the gnat puncuring his back. "LITTLE FREAK!" 

Irving gave one last groan as a fresh wound appeared and could handle it no longer, throwing himself back into a sturdy wooden beam behind him, feeling the sickening CRUNCH of bones breaking as the goblin stubbornly held on as it was crushed into the beam over and over, fumbling its knife to focus on holding on in panic until the life was crushed right out of the murderous things body in a grisly smear, its limp corpse falling to the floor.

Irving groaned his displeaure while a big hamd tucked itself over the cuts as best he could. "Filthy little FUCKER!" With a string of colorful curses Irving turned and stomped down hard atop thendead goblins neck for another CRACK. 
Slick with blood, Irving made his way to the pantry and knocked 3 times. 

"Bulk up that door! Nobody gets in! I'll go round up the others."
Some muffled thank yous made it to his ear as Irving, still grasping his bloodied side, hoisted a butchers cleaver from below the block and departed the kitchen quarter.

"ISA!" His voice echoed deep despite the noise around him. "ISA! WHERE ARE YA!?"