Gunner Gav watched with growing excitement as the crews finally finished placing the weapons. Finished loading the canons and taking point of the guns. He laughed in exuberant delight and placed one hand against the ships hull. He was as old as this ship. He knew her inside and out. He knew every nook and ever hole and had been the Gunner of this one ship ever since he'd been old enough to fly. Yet with no ambition safe treasure and killing anything he could he really wouldn't make a good captain. He owed his allegiance to the most powerful member of the crew. He had no qualms of killing someone on this crew if they threatened the hunt for treasure, rum or whatever else they were chasing. His crews knew he was as likely to turn on them as he was to turn his keen killing eyes on the enemy at hand. Thus they feared him. He grinned and laughed in delight.<br/><br/>"We are going to get us some meat in the grinder today boys!" he screamed out to his crews and heard a resounding shout of wooping. He glowered at them and silence descended from the man. He heard only the noise of the ship and the captain's words in his ear, which caused his frown to deepen. Man got nervous when Gunner Gave frowned like this before a fight.<br/><br/>"Get the shields down!" he shouted to those still near the pulleys and chains. They rushed to obey. The shields where large metal reflector plates that would descend over the engines and would cover the sides, the same material that coated the bottom of their ship. It would reflect the space around them so they were almost invisible to the eyes. It also dampened the noise of the ships's engine to near silent and gave them full power. Unless something broke or one of the bastards failed they wouldn't be heard or seen.<br/><br/>It took moments before he received the thumbs up that the shields were down. "ALL DOWN CAPTAIN" he shouted louder into the earpiece. He heard her last commands slowly sinking into his brains. Don't kill them all. He frowned even harder having just realized he could rain hell on them, but had to deliberately not hit the lot of them. He grumbled. But then realized she hadn't said he couldn't kill a few. Fine. He'd make the crews miss on purpose and he, he would kill everything he aimed at! That made him grinned broadly.<br/><br/>"Take the guns, Crews are to aim and miss deliberately. Hit close, but don't kill them! We want fear boys!" he screamed out in a deadly voice. Only here did Gunner Gave seem to have correct syntax and structure to his words. He was laughing as he took up his prized gatling gun and looked out the little port. Waiting for the right moment to open hell on them. No one would fire until he did. That was how they were trained. If they did he'd kill them all.