The fools had fallen for his plan perfectly.<br/><br/>Even over the rising of the storm, Daemon heard the splintering of wood that signaled the death of the hunter ship. Grinning a wolf grin, he initiated the next part of his plan."Time for the Tit Drop my boys!" He roared over the storm and was answered with a laugh. He felt the ship suddenly turn hard to port as the lead anchor in the stern of the ship was dropped simultaneously. The<i>Iron Lady</i>groaned and the forward momentum of the ship was violently halted as she was forced back towards the enemy ship. As soon as she righted herself towards the enemy ship, the chain was hewed from the<i>Iron Lady</i>with axe so that she was free to head once more towards their enemy.<br/><br/>They were in extreme range for the cannons of his ship, but Daemon had an extreme advantage over other ships."LOAD!" As the broadside of the port side of the<i>Iron Lady</i>faced the bow of the enemy ship, all along her length thirty cannons were suddenly pushed out of the gunwales. Along the rim of each cannon, runes that glowed a faint silver could be seen. Those runes had been personally carved by Daemon himself. Before the cannons had been run out, he had went to the gun decks and ran a bloody palm along each cannon, activating the runes there. Now, those angry cannons faced the enemy. After a brief moment as Daemon lined his ship up perfectly, he gave the order,"FIRE!"<br/><br/>Thirty pound canister shot was deadly. Normally, in a naval battle such as this one, weight of fire counted more than accuracy, especially in stormy seas. However, Daemon's cannons gave two advantages. As the cannonballs left the barrels of the cannon, they became red hot as the runes heated them up to the point where they would almost explode. The second advantage allowed for even more accuracy. Of the thirty cannonballs launched at the pirate hunter, twenty four hit their target, smashing in to her with all the fury of the Gods. One was able to clip the mainmast and send it hurtling downward. What fire the pirate hunter was able to put out after that was sadly brief, only a cannonball or two even touching the<i>Iron Lady</i><br/><br/>The<i>Iron Lady</i>prowled around the bleeding wreck of the pirate hunter one revolution, allowing their starboard broadside to shout on the side of the ship before she closed for the kill. By that time, the ship was a broken shambles. As they came within boarding range, Daemon gave the order for his crew to go over. What resistance the enemy crew gave was brief and scattered. Within moments of crossing over, most of the surviving crew of the pirate hunter was dead or huddling on the forecastle under the watchful eyes of Daemon's crew. Despite what might be the case for most other pirate crews, Daemon's was handpicked for their discipline and ferocity. As soon as the deck was clear, they began salvaging what they could from the pirate hunter.<br/><br/>However, he wanted Callie, that fucking pirate hunter. She was known across the seas for her almost insane fanaticism in hunting down his kind and he had wanted to bring her to heel for years now. The fact that she had requisitioned a bad ship with a stupid captain had been incredibly bad luck for her.<br/><br/>As he stepped on deck, his eyes surveyed the wreckage and the bodies with distaste. He crossed his arms behind his back and nudged a body here and there. He did not have long to wait as Korvin came out with the kicking, hissing form of Callie and he was shocked to see that she was far more pretty than he had been told, even with the blood from a nasty cut on her forehead clotting across half her face. She was deposited right in front of him and he almost laughed as she called him a slimy sea dog. As if he had never been called worse.<br/><br/>His arms moved from behind his back and he looked up at the dark sky. The rain was lessening as the storm continued it's rampage further South. He looked down at her and stroked his beard. What to do with her? He could cut her throat now and toss her overboard. However, as she viewed her pleasing form and those bright eyes of hers he had another idea come to mind."Tie her good Korvin. Bind her feet to her hands and make her hobble. Then drop the bitch in my cabin." He leaned down and smiled a grin that was all teeth. He patted her cheek almost affectionately before he stepped away.<br/><br/>To the rest of the crew he shouted,"You know the drill lads! Strip her, kill the crew, and burn her!"