His cannons were roaring, making their own thunder as two of them fired at the weapons on the ship, one of them blasting holes just at the water line on the ship, and the last along with the light catapult trying to cripple one of the sailing ship's masts. His standard catapult, recently liberated from the Truewind, was at the back of the ship, but the moment it could swing around enough to target the defending ship without hitting their own parts, it fired. The first shot literally rocked the boat, but he was too busy swing about, keeping the enemy ship in line with their more heavily armed side, though he did swear as someone got exceptionally lucky with a crossbow, and managed to wing him. It was a scratch, but it infuriated him.<br/><br/>He let the cannons get another volley, before cutting back toward the prize, though now he swung about to let the starboard ballista fire at the ship desperately trying to come about to pursue him. He had another idea, but with the ship behind him, he would have to be crafty. He smirked, wondering if they thought he was just suicidal, before preparing to disabuse them of the notion. He ordered the crew to release a couple of the lines holding the sails, lines specifically for what he was planning, imitating damage greater than what he actually had taken, and waffled a bit back and forth to further suggest damage. Once they were in the optimum firing position, he abruptly cut back to his port, bringing both catapults and all cannons to bear on them, and let them unload at the nearly perfect target in front of them. His prize had never been the galley, but one of the escort ships. Short of Besmara herself showing up to assist, at least.<br/><br/>(Bluff 31 = d20+13<br/>Prof: Sailor 25= d20+8)