[i]Thunderous explosions rip through the air in a sequence as the great galleon continues to take on more assaults from the assailants thus far identified as mere 'pirates,' according to the observations of the panic-stricken crew. Moments after the individuals within the room reclaim their senses and begin to apply effort in escaping the already decimated protection of their cabin, great whines of wood and the harsh snaps of rope follow. Indeed, the main mast had immediately been snapped. What maddened crew would dare consider such a violent assault amidst a storm so vile and chaotic a ship can barely maintain its own stability without additional efforts? The mast comes down harshly to crash upon the upper deck. Screams and cries of pain follow along with fear. The thinned sound of splashes wafts from the sea as some of the crew were tossed into the raging waves surrounding them.

The man in the doorway immediately reclaimed what was left of his shock to the assault which threw him so harshly into the wall of the cabin. For any who would take even the slightest moment to observe, pieces of wood stick out from various points of his armor. Which had pierced and inflicted greater injury, such observations would require the grace of time which none of them currently possess. He turns sharply, heading toward the stair leading to the upper deck with all haste. For one so injured, he seemed to move quite well.[/i]

"[color=7ea7d8]Quickly![/color]" [i]He shouts to the group once more; obviously bearing no desire to find an end within the bowls of a ship. For one so prepared to face their situation, he remains oddly calm and keeps his blade within its sheath. Perhaps drawing before a target presents itself is his preference? In either case, he leads the group topside.
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[i]To the eyes of the gathering, a nightmarish scene one would think reserved only for the horrors of the deepest pits of hell befalls them. Members of the crew, limp and bloodied, sail across the surface of the deck with the crashing waves which wash over the edges of the ship. Smoke riddles the deck for moments after each explosion of a cannon as the crew attempts to return fire in what is hardly an ideal environment for any reliable method of targetting. The captain stands at the helm, holding fast to the great wheel of the ship in an effort to maintain control of the great vessel.[/i]

"[color=fff200]Hold until you have a clear view, lads! Anticipate the waves![/color]" [i]The captain desperately cries out his commands in an effort to improve their likelihood of survival against the onslaught. The center mast lay across the ship with the bodies of nearly a half-dozen crew trapped beneath, most of whom are dead and squished into a horrendous sight. Holes already riddle the sides of the ship, and more cannon fire comes inward from the opposition far off in the distance, now off the starboard of the ship. The captain had obviously made due efforts to turn them in an optimal angle for returning fire. The port side barely had any guns left, thus to face starboard was the most tactical decision.[/i]

"[color=fff200]Hold your fire lads! Wait for it![/color]" [i]The captain cries out once more with a massive wave coming up toward them. The figure of a man in dark leather grips hold to a rope lashed to the forward center mast still standing, seeking a source for stability. He stares upon the great wave of the sea with gruesome disgust. As explosions are seen from the opposing ship, the wave rises upward and would seem to block most of the next assault. Such luck! Only a couple of balls stream across the deck of the ship, with only one landing a blow to the lower side.[/i]

"[color=fff200]Fire! Fire! All hands fire![/color]" [i]The captain cries for his crew to ignite their cannons just as the great wave starts to decline. The crew cries out in turn, spreading the message swiftly as loud as their voices can carry through the storm. They all hunch down and ignite the cannons which moments later explode one after the other. A dozen and a half rippling torrents of smoke and fire fly from the ship as their violently intended shots sail over the crashing wave and seem to land truly against the opposition. Even from this distance, two of their masts are seen to crash across their deck just moments after.[/i]