Ocean's Rage

Log 1: Blackbeard

"Come on men, we aren't gonna shake in fear at that! Blow their hull to pieces!" Jackie shrieked, as the cannons from the enemy ship beared down on the Cape High. The smaller vessel was taking a bad amount of gunfire, as the cannonballs slammed into the wood. As the explosions and burning smoke battled the furious storm and rising waves, Jackie fired his pistol at the bastards on the top deck of the enemy ship.

She was a huge sight, rising like a mountain above the Cape High, with about twelve decks towering above the waves. The top deck was at least three decks above their own, and firing at the crew was no easy task. Dammit...I thought this was supposed to be a merchant's ship, not one belonging to pirates! Jackie thought, furious at his decision to take the ship.

Elma Wattins pushed the troops forward behind him, firing at the opposing ship with one of the lead cannons. She was a well endowed, strong-willed girl about three years his junior, with light brown hair tied in a ponytail and matching brown eyes. And despite her maiden-like appearance, she was a force to be reckoned with.

"It was a stupid idea to take on this ship, Jackie! I'll be damned if I don't cut off your head when we get out of this!" She yelled at him over the crashing waves and cannon fire. Jackie could see her point. At the moment, they were fucked. He brushed his messy blonde hair aside, and shouted orders to his men over the roar of the waves and the thunder.

The Cape High only had twelve cannons, six on each side, while this giant of a ship had at least double the total number on the starboard side they were facing.

"We're gonna need a bigger ship!" Someone yelled from behind Jackie, and the other rascals started laughing. Jackie couldn't help but chuckle as well, despite half the ship now in ruins and the lower decks submerged in the raging waves of the sea. If I'm gonna go down, I'm taking em with me!

The others continued firing at the ship as well, but Jackie could see they were putting in a useless effort. They were as dead as the gold they were after, and there was no escape anywhere.

As the battle neared it's end, a bullet from the opposition crew slammed into Jackie's arm. He cried out in pain, but kept firing. Or at least, tried to. Shit, out of bullets! The others were running dry fast too, and as he looked up, he realized their opponents were even more fearsome than he thought.

There, on the deck of the ship, leaning down towards the Cape High with cold, relentless eyes, was the most famous, and the most notorious pirate in the world. He was dark skinned, and had a huge scar that ran across his muscular chest. Indeed, he was extremely well built, and looked as though he had the strength to tear a ship in half with his massive arms. And of course, his trademark feature was his black, bushy beard tied into six braids, as was traditional for men from his country. Above the beard, another scar ran across his blinded right eye, just below the black bandana he wore. His name was Blackbeard, and there wasn't a soul on neither land nor sea that hadn't heard of him.

"You children are a hundred years too young to fight my crew, I'm afraid!" He called down, pointing his own pistol at them. "My treasures will never belong to you!"

Everything else seemed to go silent as he spoke. His own crew, Jackie's crew, and even the untamed, wild waves of the ocean. Even the weather seemed quieter as he spoke.

BANG.

He saw Ronny, one of the navigators, fall at the shot. Blood poured out from his pierced skull. That precision is-

Jackie couldn't react quickly enough. Another bullet grazed his left leg, and he yelled in pain. As he collapsed to his knees, he saw all twenty four cannons fire at the same time towards the Cape High.