Adventures Of Captain Penumbra

Chapter 2 - The Newfoundland

The two ships that were side by side with the Shadow were, now, at the bottom of the deep, dark blue sea, no doubt that the creatures that lurk there had a feast on american flesh. The creatures of the deep blue are but a myth, a story, a narrative to scare children and sailors. These creatures are rare, maybe there aren’t any left, but life finds a way. And so did Penumbra, in the end sheer cannon won him the disadvantaged standoff between two american ships and the Shadow. 

“George you old bastard, how did you hit those shots?” Said the Captain in sheer amazement.

“Oh, you know sir, lucky shot” Replied George.

“Sure George, it was all luck”

The standoff was one, but the battle still prolonged and more ships were there to defeat. There were only 3 left, 3 French ships, there were 4 American, Lucky we came at the help of the French. The French seemed to be kiting around the Americans in a desperate attempt to group them together. It succeeded also, the French managed to gain moral and fire on all four ships, but the Americans fired back. Fighting fire with fire.

“Capt’n, the French are getting blustered out there, we need to set full sail and ready the cannons again, what’s your orders sir?”

“Alright, set full sail and load the cannons and swivels, be ready for an attack”

“Aye sir”

As the crewman walked away wearing his striped polo and loosely made bow-tie around his neck, Penumbra was thinking of his journey ahead, and how long his stay at sea would last, he hoped for a while.

“Load port side with chain balls and starboard side with piercing rounds! we are going to finish of this american fleet here!”

There was no doubt a large amount of French and American men died that day, Penumbra knew what he had done, and it fell heavy onto his soul. He tried to forget about the souls he had lost, the French had lost, and the souls that he had taken from living people. It was a heavy burden he couldn’t lift, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

The Shadow managed to get to the recent battle between the 3 French and what was 4 American ships, is now 3 without being damaged further by rogue wind or small title waves. She fired her cannons and swivel shots at the remaining American ships, succeeding in defeating 2 of their ships, but at the loss of a French galleon. War was sad at those times, and gritty. You couldn’t escape, it was either die, or fight and die knowing you have tried. 

“Captain, the last American galleon seems to be like its retreating, shall we pursue?”

“Yes George, make sail for the last American ship. This battle has been won, and we are winning the war!” 

Captain Penumbra and his crew were a hardy group of lads, all of them have seen their fair share of war and naval battle, and all are veterans of something. Their youngest of the crew was Albert Fortune, he was only 26 years old yet he had been in just as many battles as any other man on the Shadow.

“We must rendezvous with the French and drink to our success!”

“Aye sir, we’ll drink ‘till we drop!”