(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f8/3a/09/f83a09a7b85851c4aa060921af265cd7--pirate-ships-by-pirate.jpg) (https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/007/434/665/large/yongjae-choi-dire-fleet-captain.jpg?1506103016)<br/><strong>Combat Round 2</strong><br/><br/><em>Meera (Heavily injured) -&gt; Ylria -&gt; Captain Rovana(Lightly Injured) -&gt; Pirate Corsair -&gt; Pirate gunslinger -&gt; Pirate Fighters -&gt; Viola  -&gt; Naomi -&gt; Captain Draco -&gt; Seak -&gt; </em><br/><br/>Meera lifts her Axe, giving the tougher looking half-orcish pirate that had just given her some personal time with her axe. He stumbles backwards and if he doesn't fall dead, judging by the loud, watery splash (and the brief giggling from Rovana, followed by an) ".. err.. hope that wasn't one of ours.."<br/><br/>Ylira meanwhile made herself useful as well, getting lucky orienting herself in the mist (by not hitting Meera, and ducking low, just in case Meera got a bit too enthusiastic with her axe-swings) before stabbing her dagger into the already heavily injured pirate, causing him to stumble back-down the gangplank, landing on the ground below.<br/>"What's going on?" Draco complained, before Rovana reached out, grabbing a rope from the takelage, chuckling to herself, and cutting at it's base. (someone would have to knot that properly later so the sail didn't veer off starboard). twirling her left arm around the rope, she kicked off of her feet, swinging from behind the wheel onto the main-deck. "Harrr... " she made, before... losing her grip, and tumbling onto the deck, rather ungracefully, her clothes puffing out, revealing a hint of a nipple, her water-skin (empty, and smelling of rum) clattering over the ground, as she hic'ed to herself, seeming.. less than able to lead anyone right now. "Hehe.. the wind's shitty to set sail he's right. Pretty sure no sane sailor would make sail right now." She mused, staring at the half-slack main-sails.<br/><br/>Then, lying on her back, she poked her sword into the sky. "The seas be ours and by me powers, " She mused, staring at the half-slack main-sails, before drawing her broken sword back, still on her back, cutting it forwards. "Where we will, we'll roam!" She declared, as the sails grew taut, in a sudden change of the wind, rustling through the girls hairs, even going so far as to disperse the mists currently protecting Meera.<br/><br/>"Woah, what is this witchcraft?" The enemy corsair interjected, whilest the ship's gangplank screeched across the port-ground. "The fuck are ye talking about, they're all bloody witches." "Shut up Draco, I've seen enough witches and sorcerers, but I haven't seen anything like that." "Har har har. Will you stop calling people witches you lobster-brains?" Rovana mused, half struggling to her feet.. before giving up and just remaining lying there, simply shouting from her unglorified position.<br/>"I only see me pirate-crew." She said, and there was an odd sub-tone of.. pride? In there.<br/><br/>".. I don't care about the bitches or the ship. A captain's share for any that get me that sword!" The Corsair declared, snatching a rope and grappling-hook from the belt of one of his mates, before storming forwards, twirling the hook before tossing it, hooking it against the ships bulkhead.<br/><br/>The Pirate-gunslinger Draco had brought released another shot, this time towards Viola, but, with the ship moving slowly, he missed his shot.<br/><br/>The pirate-fighters looked at each other at the offering of 'a captain's share, before rushing forward, one grinning, dagger in hand as he grabbed the rope the corsair had thrown up, climbing up alongside it, followed by his mate instead chancing a jump, grabbing onto the rear-wall of the ship.. before slipping off, with a loud "Fuuuu!" and a splash sliding down the now moving ships wall.<br/><br/><em>Two pirates down, the ship has moved 15 ft out of port, the Gangplank gains the broken condition from the scraping and support-cutting, but for that a grappling hook with a pirate climbing it is now attached to the rear-end of the ship.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wisdom check DC 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">The moment that the sails grew taut under the sudden wind and the ship began leaving port, you felt an odd sensation, a brief moment of unease, as if something had changed about you. It's propably just your imagination. Certainly not some perverted pirate-curse taking effect.</div></div><br/>Next up in round 2:<em>Viola  -&gt; Naomi -&gt; Captain Draco -&gt; Seak -&gt; </em>