Gunner Gav looked down the scope of his gun. Steam rose around him as the gun began to purr beneath his hand. The leather grip creaking in his fingers. The metal cold and steady in his grip. His eyes focused down the scope, he heard the call to arms. With that he fixed a target, a fat jongleur in his site. He hated the juggling man. Hated those monkeys who performed for cheering mobs of idiots who gaped and awed at the man who's only purpose was to dance around and act the fool.<br/><br/>Gunner Gav laughed as the man dropped dead. A perfect hole in  his head. That's when everything sped up. Lights flashed everywhere, bullets flew in all directions and Gunner Gav lost himself in the fight. Seeking targets and killing them. Gunner Gave noticed that none of his crews hit a single man causing mayhem and fear by targeting right next to this man, or that woman. Hitting a building just right that it exploded. Fire burst around the town. Smoke filled the air and Gunner Gave laughed at the chaos. Laughed and laughed and punctuated his laughter in a hail of flying bullets.<br/><br/>Gunner Gav hit everything he aimed at. Yet, soon the fight was over. They had won and subdued the town. Captain was doing great. Gunner Gave laughed and smiled. He stepped away from his gun and shouted, "THERE BE RUM OUT THERE BOYS GO AND GET SOME! TAKE US THIS TOWN!"<br/><br/>With those words Gunner Gav hit the door to the top decks at a run followed by the crews and he ran straight up to the ledge, leapt onto the barrier and threw himself into the air summersaulting down over the edge, catching the rope just at the end of his fall to slow himself enough to land in a crouch, cutlass and gun coming to bear in case he was attacked. He headed into the town for some Rum and maybe some treasure after he'd had some Rum. A lot of Rum.