“What’s this bitch called, anyway?” Drake asked Princess in as jovial a tone as he could muster.
Princess shifted his position and poked his head above the railing for just a moment. “Righteous Indignation. She’s pretty close, Cap’n.”
Drake groaned even as another volley of arrows embedded themselves into the wood of his ship. One of them impacted into the mast Beck was hidden behind, just a few inches from her arm. By the look on her face she didn’t take the near miss well. The Arbiter stepped out from behind the mast; her mouth was moving, but Drake heard no words over the noise of his pirates. She threw something small towards the bigger ship before ducking back behind the mast. A moment later Drake heard a loud bang, accompanied by fresh screams not coming from his ship.
Drake risked a look over the railing. The Man of War was close now – very close. A small portion of its bow was a splintered, smouldering wreck, and in that moment Drake had a little more respect for Arbiter Beck’s magic. It was short lived, though, as more pressing concerns quickly took over. The first of the Sarth soldiers swung across the gap between the two ships on a rope, and he was soon followed by more men as well as grappling hooks.
“Repel borders,” Drake screamed as he darted out of cover. He turned just as a Sarth soldier in a pristine blue-black uniform landed right where he’d been standing only a moment earlier.
With Princess beside him, Drake rushed forwards and darted a quick jab at the soldier to get his attention. Princess capitalised on the distraction by sticking his own sword into the soldier’s groin, before both captain and first mate leapt backwards to meet the next wave of soldiers coming aboard.
For a brief moment Drake considered rushing forwards to cut away the grappling hooks that were pulling the ships together. Soldiers coming across a few at a time they could deal with, but if the gap were close enough to leap across they would soon be overwhelmed by superior numbers. Unfortunately, his moment of procrastination made his decision for him as two more soldiers swung across to protect the grapples. The first died of a gunshot wound – Beck’s work – but the second quickly unhooked a shield from his back and stood guard.
Again Drake rushed forwards with a quick jab and Princess followed his captain in, but this soldier was a little more ready and parried Drake’s sword only to block Princess’ attack with the shield. Another soldier hit the deck beside his comrade, and Drake was forced to retreat a few steps.
Fighting merchant sailors just trying to defend their cargo was one thing, but these soldiers seemed to be trained in the tactics of assaulting a smaller vessel. If anything, they seemed to be using tactics that pirates had been taking advantage of for years.
Princess feinted right and then switched left for a wild swing, which the soldier with the shield again blocked. Drake stepped forward to capitalise and found himself engaged with the second soldier, a man larger than most and wielding a broadsword in one hand as if it were as light as a feather. Drake quickly found himself giving ground, and that left Princess all alone even as more soldiers crossed the gap between the ships. Drake decided his claim that each pirate was worth ten soldiers might need reconsideration.
It was his experience that big men, even if they were as strong as the average ox, were usually slower on their feet, and given that the man currently trying to run him through was definitely bigger than him, he decided to rely on that speed advantage. With a parry that turned the man’s sword away, Drake stepped into the soldier’s reach and kicked him in the shin and drove the pommel of his sword into his throat all at once. The soldier choked and stumbled backwards, and the lights dimmed for Drake as a meaty fist caught him on the side of the head.
It was a few moments, and then a few more, before Drake’s vision returned to him without blinding white spots, and he found himself on hands and knees on the deck getting a good up-close look at the grain of the planks. A shadow fell across him and he turned his head just in time to see the big soldier with the broadsword taking an executioner’s swing at his face.
Something punched a hole into the soldier’s chest right through his heart, and the man stopped mid-swing, looking utterly perplexed. Drake wasted no time in jumping to his feet and planting his own sword, halfway down the blade, through the soldier’s confused face.
The soldier went down heavily, dragging Drake’s sword from his grasp. Drake looked around and saw Beck up on the poop deck, fighting two soldiers with only her pistols in hand. She was using them as bludgeons and, judging by the three bodies on the deck around her, Drake guessed she was using them well.
Princess had been joined by two more of Drake’s crew and they were busy trying to fight towards the grapples on the quarterdeck, but it was too late. Even as Drake watched, the first of the next wave of soldiers leapt across the shortening gap between the two ships and was quickly followed by more. Things looked little better on the main deck, as more and more soldiers were replacing those that had fallen and the pirates and refugees there were quickly becoming outnumbered. Drake saw Pip go down with a nasty slash across the stomach that, if not fatal, would do nothing to improve the man’s disposition.
A body hit the ground just a few feet from Drake, fallen from the rigging with an arrow in the eye. The pirate hadn’t even had a chance to scream. With a growl, Drake snatched up his sword from the big soldier’s ruined face and charged towards the battle his first mate was losing. Unfortunately, he didn’t even manage to make it to Princess’ side.
Another soldier, just as big as the last one and with a gruesome hair lip, broke away from the melee and charged at Drake, bringing a shorter, shield-bearing friend along for the slaughter.
Drake neatly sidestepped Hair Lip and launched himself at the big man’s comrade, only to take a full-body shield hit that sent him sprawling. He recovered just in time to duck under Hair Lip’s sword as it slashed through the air, and Drake scuttled away before the two men could surround him. It was about that time that he sorely wished a couple of his crew would appear to turn the odds, but judging by the number of soldiers pouring over from the Man of War, he knew every pirate and refugee on the ship was as outnumbered as he was.
They were herding Drake backwards towards the starboard side of the ship, the shield-bearer protecting Hair Lip from any of Drake’s counter attacks. Pretty soon he’d be up against the railing with nowhere else to go but overboard. Desperate times often called for desperate measures, and Drake was feeling more than a little desperate.
“Last chance to back away from this, boys,” he said with a dark grin. “You ain’t dealing with some know-nothing pirate. I’m Drake Morrass.”
With a roar all of fury, Hair Lip rushed forwards and brought his sword down on Drake, who barely got his own up in time to block. He both felt and heard the crack in his right arm, and the pain that accompanied it made him let loose an involuntary howl of pain. He found himself on his arse on the deck and scrambled away backwards using his left arm. His right was still attached, but felt more than a little broken. The two soldiers advanced upon Drake, and the sudden feeling of wood against his back told him he’d run out of time.
Again Hair Lip brought his sword up, and this time Drake had no weapon of his own to block with. The sword came down, and Drake witnessed a wooden plank in the deck of his own ship break off between his legs and rise up to shield him from the attack. The sword hit the wood and damn near carved the plank in two; the blade stopped just inches from Drake’s head.
Never one to stop and marvel at his own luck, Drake seized the opportunity of two stunned soldiers to roll out of the way. He put one foot on the nearby railing and leapt off it to deliver a flying, booted kick to Hair Lip’s hair lip. As the big man stumbled backwards Drake pointed at him with his left hand.