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The High Seas, January, 1713
Dec. 9th, 2017 11:15 pmThe ship they were after was a merchant ship run by the East India Company. There’d been many rumblings below decks regarding the wisdom of the enterprise. They knew that by attacking such a prestigious vessel they were making themselves wanted men. But the captain had said there were only three naval warships and two naval sloops patrolling the entire Caribbean Sea, and that the East India Company’s ship, the Amazon Galley, was said to be carrying treasure, and that providing they brought the Galley to a halt in open water out of sight of land, they should be able to plunder the ship at their leisure, escape and be out of it.
Wouldn’t the crew of the Galley be able to identify them, though? Edward wondered aloud. Wouldn’t they tell the navy they’d been attacked by the Emperor? Friday had just looked at him. Edward didn’t care for that look.
They found it on the third day of hunting.
( Sail ho! )
Already his fingers were fiddling with Pritchard's knots but just as the ropes came away and slithered to the cabin floor, the door burst open. Standing in the doorway was Captain Dolzell. His eyes were wild. His sword was drawn. Behind him was a great commotion on the ship. Men who moments before had been ready to board the Amazon Galley, as organized a fighting unit as we could be, were suddenly in disarray.
Captain Dolzell said one word, but it was enough.
“Privateers.”
[[ nfb, nfi! taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. TW for torture under the cut. ]]
Wouldn’t the crew of the Galley be able to identify them, though? Edward wondered aloud. Wouldn’t they tell the navy they’d been attacked by the Emperor? Friday had just looked at him. Edward didn’t care for that look.
They found it on the third day of hunting.
( Sail ho! )
Already his fingers were fiddling with Pritchard's knots but just as the ropes came away and slithered to the cabin floor, the door burst open. Standing in the doorway was Captain Dolzell. His eyes were wild. His sword was drawn. Behind him was a great commotion on the ship. Men who moments before had been ready to board the Amazon Galley, as organized a fighting unit as we could be, were suddenly in disarray.
Captain Dolzell said one word, but it was enough.
“Privateers.”
[[ nfb, nfi! taken from the Assassin's Creed: Black Flag novelization. TW for torture under the cut. ]]
