<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Red Leadson</span></span><br/><br/>Red listened to his captains plan and approved. Most ships wouldn't have the man power or the rifles to make such a move viable, but Red was a more paranoid individual then most and had a rifle stocked for every member of the crew, and had ammo enough for everyone even when they needed a re-stock. If only the cannon master had been as prudent, they might be able to simply blast the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady</span>out of the skies when they got in range. IF they ever got in range. As much as the captain showed confidence of catching them, the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady</span>and her captain were one of the more slippery quarries they'd had the displeasure of chasing down.<br/><br/>"I'll begin arming the crew." Red said after the captain was done speaking, and with a stiff solute, ran out and began to dispense orders with the rifles. In no time every person on board had a standard, long barreled rifle and the shot to make it count. He then stared down the black speck in the distance as it ever so slowly began to grow bigger.<br/><br/>Unknown to him, a young man clad in black sat on top of that black speck and stared back at him. Gabriel was a sane person by most people's standards, or at least by most pirate's standards, but he was the kind of fighter that had grown a taste for battle. He had the experience, the skill, and the temperament to become almost addicted to a true fight, and even though he knew that the<span style="font-style: italic">Steele Maiden</span>could probably blow them out of the skies, he wanted them to board the<span style="font-style: italic">Lady</span>even as he did not. He wanted that fight, wanted that conflict, and if the opportunity arose, he would take the front position and give those steel coated bastards every inch of his power that he could, and he'd love it.<br/><br/>"Come on," he muttered to himself. "Either leave us alone or get it over with already."