<div align="center"><em>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes - On the quarterdeck, holding the high ground. </em></div><hr/><br/><br/><strong>"Mierda!" </strong><br/>I cursed when I heard the returning shots of the opposing sailors after our first engagement. My job was simple in theory but never easy to perform. Holding a ship steady and under my control while getting orders from the captain and shots by muskets was no easy task but I loved it! I laughed as bullets danced around me.<strong>"You missed me!"</strong>I hollered back to a man within my pistols range, the grappling hooks already flying over to the other ship, locking us in place with the merchant vessel.<br/><br/>With one hand on the wheel and the other reaching for my pistol, I line my shot and give the Indian man a third eye. Even with a spare pistol at my hip, I reloaded the recently fired ones quickly, two shots would always be better than one. The quarterdeck was my domain, I reached for a musket brought to be by a young man a few years younger than me and had him watch the helm. I would not go far, I was simply going to make it easier on the rest of the crew by taking out the guards of the merchant ship.<strong>"Dos!" </strong>I counted my confirmed kills, ducking behind any cover I could between reloads and checking back to make sure the young man was at his post.