(Discontinued) Rise of Umerica

Chapter 30 - Look at me, I'm the Captain now! Part 1

2 Days Ago

It didn't take long for news to reach that the new baron had taken over. When the news reached the ears of the pirates that controlled the area near the port they decided to attack the port. They feared that the Baron would try to expand beyond his territory. They felt if they controlled the port they could create a buffer zone between them and their strongholds. The port was one of the few places in the Badlands that remained untouched by criminals due to it being protected by a powerful but benevolent pirate group. They were known as Skull Angels. They had a fleet of ships that protected the port and its citizens. Because of how powerful the Skull Angels were the other pirate groups decided to form an alliance. This alliance they called The Black Flag Alliance. Led by a man named Rodger Gould. One could say that his fleet was only second to the Skull Angels but weaker in terms of power. Roger Gould was able to use common hatred of the Skull Angels and the fear of the new Baron to unify the pirate groups into one. Now with the combined might of 10 different pirate groups, they were more than a match for the skull Angels.

Boom!! BOOM!!"

Explosions from cannon fire destroyed ships and buildings alike. People ran in fear as shells erupted all around them. Orange and red flames engulf ships and rage on land illuminating the night sky in an orange glow.

"Fire! Show don't let these lowlives take the port!" A captain shouted.

Coloums of water erupted all around him as the enemy fleet bombarded his fleet with cannon fire.

"Boss we've already lost more than a quarter of our fleet. There's too many of them!"

The captain grits his teeth. These bastards...they had launched a night raid at a time most would be asleep. He had complacent in his power.

"We will fight to defend this port until the last ship. The people here don't need more suffering. Shit, why are they attacking us anyway?!"

A huge explosion erupts sending his ships to the bottom.

Some of his fleet was engaged in close-range combat some were even being boarded and engaging in melee combat.

His ship was firing on a ship just a few miles out destroying it. However, the smaller ships that were sailing with it proved to be a more difficult challenge but had the best crew handpicked and soon wiped out the small squadron of ships.

"Boss! Some of the enemy ships have managed to break through and reached the port. They're attacking the citizens!"

"What?! Send--" but his words are cut short by the panicked shouts of one of the crewmates.

"Wyverns!" he pointed to the night sky.

The silhouettes of 3 wyverns were soon illuminated by the moonlight.

It was at this moment Captain Jac Garow knew that he didn't have a chance. He didn't have anti-wyvern equipment and none of his crewmates had archery skills powerful enough to bring down a wyvern. And even if they did 3 were one too many.

"Where the hell did they get wyverns?!" his voice in despair.

Accompanied by the wyverns on the sea below was something obvious: The enemy's main fleet.

Jac's heart sunk. For the first time in a long time, he was about to be defeated. All he could do was face death head-on.

He turns to his men. "Boys it's been an honor to sail with ya"

Then he gives the order.

"Full sails ahead!"

"No captain it's been our honor to serve with you"