The Blood In My Veins | Black Sails (Under Constructions)

We Conquer What's Ours

This was going to be a hard chapter in history, but we would succeed.

I was certain of it.

We all were.

The only thing we needed was the perfect timing and more manpower to help us.

~~~

There wasn't much time left anymore.

We had abandoned our hidden camp and finally took the big risk that had been meant to fail a few weeks back.

Although, this time nobody had any hesitation or any bad thoughts about the plan.

Not me, not Charles, not Flint.

Perhaps because we had more manpower, perhaps because of Silver's sudden appearance, but either way, it was now or never.

Pulling myself over the edge of the building's roof, I could finally keep track of everything that happened in Nassau and to see it like this, civilised, made me long for the old chaotic one to be honest.

Men.... sober men, talking to each other with neat hand gestures and words while securing the streets with their fancy clothes.

Women.... all in dresses with their faces full of makeup, trying to follow the proper image.

It was awful to see how perfect these people wanted to be. These people had been pirates of heart and now look at what civilisation had done to them. It made a furious feeling bottle up in me and I thought that sooner or later I would burst open like a volcano if I didn't close my eyes for a moment. I withdrew a bit and settled on the rooftop to keep track of every movement that could possibly lead to a trap.

However, until now it was calm.

I surveyed the busy streets becoming less crowded when the redcoats positioned themselves before the gallows to watch pirates being hung for fun and I shook my head, trying to make the bad thoughts vanish. It reminded me of the time Charles stood there. Looking to my left, I could spot Flint with Silver and Charles stepping foot onto the dusty paths in the streets. I held my breath to calm my nerves as I followed them with my eyes and noticed that the assholes spotted them too. Both sides didn't say a word and clenched their jaws while they silently stared at each other.... well, that was until one man from our opponents spoke up to us pirates.

"Company, fall into two ranks!" The English men stepped into two rows with a lot of space between the two groups and kept their guns high, them pointing at the blue sky. On the other side, Silver stepped off of his horse and made her walk away from the fight to prevent the lovely animal from dying in the battlefield.

"MAKE READY!!! PRESENT!!" The men followed and aimed at the pirates ahead of them....

That's when it happened.

One of us whistled and immediately two times our first group joined us, making us outnumber the pathetic redcoats.

"READY!!" Flint shouted sternly and the rest aimed at the assholes. "FIRE!!!"

"FIRE!!" Both sides screamed and the carnage could begin. blood splattered on the dusty streets and men yelled from the tops of their lungs in agony as they were hit. It wasn't long before we suddenly were with a lot less men than before and I whistled to give the sign that my crew was allowed to join. They positioned themselves among me and grabbed their muskets from their back, placing it next to them to aim them correctly. They fired them quickly afterwards without hesitation, same as I did. The rest of my crew located themselves among Flint to fight in combat up close. They were more skilled with their swords and fists than a gun.

It seemed that the English side also had the idea to reinforce themselves with sharp shooters, but that idea failed when Billy suddenly united with us.

Everybody fighting for their lives and me safely shooting from above with some others, I could notice a red haired man, his face full of scars, slicing the throat of Captain Berringer and then the screaming immediately started to become less.

We won?

Most of our men stayed in place, not believing what happened.... exactly how I felt too.... but some decided to join the revolt that was held somewhere else in Nassau.

When I figured it was safe enough for me, I climbed down to check everyone was okay.

"Charles, is everybody doing okay?" The blue eyed man nodded at me before stepping closer.

"Thank you for not interfering with the combat up close." He spoke in a hushed tone and I straightened my back, stretching a bit because I had laid down on that roof the whole damn battle.

"You're welcome." I smiled at the taller man and he shook his head when I playfully stared into his eyes.

"Charles! Naida!" I could hear Flint ask for us from behind me and I surveyed him from over my shoulder. "It succeeded. Nassau is fully in revolt."

~~~

"Nassau works best.... when it's men know what crews they belong to and what captain they answer to. Without structure, disorder is only to be expected. Now, you will begin with men that you know and trust. And from there, you will begin to reorganize your crews as quickly as possible." Flint stated as Charles and I ate the most disgusting soup of all time, thinking about the men they were planning to recruit. The men who had betrayed us to put their names on a piece of paper and almost killed us all. Those men Flint wanted to join our crews.

"Crews? With no ships?" One of the unfamiliar Captains said to Flint with a questioning tone in his voice.

"Well, we've all hunted small.... piraguas or less. It'll have to start there until things are settled. But it is the only way there will be any semblance of order in the meantime." 

"There aren't gonna be many men out there eager to take orders anytime soon." With sudden annoyance I stood up and didn't even bother to put my food down while I walked to the Captains to give Flint some backup and support.

"You were chosen because he thought you were worthy to be the first Captain's counsel of a restored Nassau. Does he need to reconsider that choice?" I spit the words like they were poison on my lips and the men immediately backed down after staring at Silver. 

"You heard them."