Barbara
Alright, to battle! If these pirates want a fight, they'll get it and then some! Milo quickly dashed towards cover, using the acquired shield to scurry behind a wall. He goes to snap his fingers in front of his eyes, **Activating his All Seeing Eyes** In order to better target foes.

The sclera in his eyes now a bright golden, Milo peeked out from his shield and readied his crossbow, in the hopes of scoring a direct hit on one of these poor fools.
David
*The enemy ship continued to close in, and is now some one hundred and fifty meters away. It seems they are close to colliding with eachother. Milos had the high ground thanks to the transport carrack being taller. There isn't any particularly outstanding target, only a sea of Qua formed up in a multi-rank deep shieldwall, armed with mace and cheaply made sword, and two-handed shields. Almost all of them had helmet, and a select few some sort of metallic breastplate. The pirates clearly weren't the best equipped of the bunch..

The ship is still a bit far away, but Milo could probably just let loose a shot and possibly hit someone.*
Barbara
Well, can't hurt to try, can't it? The male squinted and picked a random target. A warning shot, so to speak. And with that, he pulled on the trigger to let his shot fly!
David
*The bolt flew over to the other ship, and although it might be hard to identify whose bolt hit who, his bolt managed to hit a Qua in the thigh, forcing him down to the ground. He could see some sort of comrade drag him back to be healed by a magical healer.*

*After another brief volley, the other ship suddenly closed in rapidly, aided by a gust of wind. Before one knew it, both ship collided, and the pirates on the other ship threw hooks to keep them together, while those armed with ranged weapons took shots as the pirates exposed themselves away from the cover of their shield.*

"FORM UP! SHIELD WALL!" *The Captain ordered, and the adventurers, mercenaries and crewmembers started to form up their own shield wall at the side of the ship, while those with ranged weapons continued to rain down hell.*

*What would Milo do?*
Barbara
Hm... Might as well continue to rain down cover fire. No sense in risking his own hide! ...Just yet, anyways. For now, whilst his perception boost is still in effect, Milo aimed towards where the pirate was taken away to be healed. And... He fired!
Caroline
Dejected from an era long passed a boy garbed in ragged coarse white fabric seemed to be stained by time itself its' once pure white color would soon sap away into a frayed yellow splattered in his own blood flakes of dull crimson laced upon the cloth which hung loose upon his shoulder its' archaic style seemed foreign toward what most wore during the common medieval age. Glittering speckled diamonds shone through the hatches cracked jaw barely unhinged at the behest of the eyes' which did burn with faded vitality barely clinging within their vacant gaze, toward those whom peered within this peculiar creatures direction would be left only to assume the youthful sprout stowed himself aboard the vessel scampering about his meek form acting as one with the foaming ravenous vermin. 

Harkened toward the erupting thunder which sung against the crisp boundless sea shattering an otherwise blissful evening whittling away at the hours; shied away from those whom bore the flickering candle of vigor a pounding heart thundering within their bones. Laced with others whom were foreign toward the ancient creature ducking his nose beneath the decks boards witnessing chaos unfold, a wretched splay splattered within his listless barren pupils within his wilting grey garden the

Youths' mouth ushered a slight verse against his lips. Pronouncing an ethereal voice to pitch upon absent strings "O' betwixt thee grey garden a blight did seed within thine still form... Hark were t'were the vibrant crimson pedals that doth flutter from thine hand... T'would beauty spread thine life cross a dirt covered sea? N-n-nay... There tisn't life upon thine sea fattened with a clever guise to hide thee listless grey beneath.." Hunkering his form lower the youth whom sung betwixt their bloodthirsty bellows' did not seek to engage within their conflict within his hallow chest the mere glimpse of crimson painting the deck was enough to cause a shudder from his lips, a familiar display something meant to keep buried within his grey garden.
David
The munition crossbow was surprisingly accurate, and a deadly bolt was sent flying toward the pirate being dragged away. The bolt landed firmly in his comrade's unprotected guts, green, viscous blood splashing out as the good samartian took a gut shot, falling into the ground with a painful scream - though it is barely audible amongst all the voices of combat. The pirates quickly realized their mistake, and two of the shield-equipped comrade immediately covered them up.

After Milo loosened his shot, two of the opposing crossbowmen took aim at him. There would be plenty of time to take cover behind his shield before they shot out their bolts, however.

The ship shook again, and the two shield wall closed in, one could hear the clashing of shields, spears and weapons. The fight is slow and it seems it hasn't degenerated into a melee yet... But the pirates outnumber the adventurers greatly.
Barbara
Ah-hah! A clean shot! Excellent. By the looks of things, he can probably get one more off before things take a turn towards Mêlée Combat. So with that in mind, Milo readies one more crossbow bolt and took aim towards the side of the ship, where the hooks were being tossed. If he can take out one of the boarding party, that might slow down their advance a bit! So he lets a bolt loose in that direction.
David
The bolt travelled toward the boarding party, and thanks to Milos supernatural speed, he managed to hit one of their member in the arm, giving them a nasty cut and disabling temporarily. Unfortunately, there were too many of them boarding to make a material effort. But every bit counts.

The pirates started jumping and boarding the transport in drove, ramming their shields aggressively. The adventurers were better equipped and armed, casting fireballs and swinging around their weapons to repel them, cutting a few of the piratesdown. But eventually, the sheer weight of number of the pirates crushed through the adventurer's formation, and the fight on the deck quickly descended into a chaotic melee, with the adventurer making a fighting retreat toward the aftcastle.

It looks like Milos has to join the fight himself, as two Qua equipped with a pair of spears in their upper arm, a sword in their lower right, and a kite shield on the last approached him. Unarmoured with only a helmet, but Qua should never be underestimated...