It didn't take long for the three ships that Axel had sent away to the east to get out of eye shot, though they were still close enough to be seen by spyglass. That would do them quite a lot of good in the long run, he expected, for if the men on the other ship couldn't see the others stalking them towards the east, they would likely become overly focused on Axel and The Blind Man's Jest.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"OAAAARRRRRRSSSSSSSSS!"</span>, Axel called out over all of the commotion on deck, and as he did the men below began to clatter about looking for their place along side the oar slots.<br/><br/>Soon the flaps were yanked open and oars more than thirty feet in length reached out from the belly of the massive War Galleon to dive into the ocean waves. There were twenty of them on either side of the huge ship, each of them being rowed by two men each. Of course, this meant that they couldn't use the side cannons just yet because most of the men who were rowing were also cannoneers. It did, however, nearly double their speed, despite the fact that the War Galleon was a much larger and reasonably slower ship. That didn't matter nearly as much now, however, with the storm winds pushing hard at their massive sails and eighty men swinging oars back and forth with each stroke.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"We're in range wif farward face'n cannons, Cap'n!"</span>, the old man called from down on the deck, and as the message was received the towering Black Plague slowly turned and glanced down at the man who was awaiting his orders. As he waited, though, the men below deck were loading and pushing cannons toward the bow of thee ship where there were eight, wooden cannon flaps positioned on three different sections of the ship. Two on the uppermost section, two more on the second section and then four on the base of the ship where most of their supplies were kept.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"Fire chainshot at the mast."</span>, he said, his deep voice carrying despite the noise of the ship and the chopping waves of the sea.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"LOAD CHAINSHOT!!!"</span>, the old, soggy pirate wailed the Captain's commands, and a few moments later there were other pirates sounding off that the chainshot was ready. This time, though, Axel didn't speak through this elderly scalawag. Instead, he issued the command himself, with deep and billowing voice booming out across the deck.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">"FFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"<br/>
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