Involved in the biggest fight of their career the Privateer had been lifted out of the water by one of the mighty Leviathan’s large tentacles, while the Revenge had been simply pushed aside and listed until the large ship’s sails were breaking the water on the starboard side.
Aboard the Privateer they stabbed, slashed and poked the thick meaty tentacles but it wasn’t until flame was applied to the open flesh wound created by the relentless sword attacks that the beast pulled away and released it’s grip on the otherwise helpless ship.
Aboard the Revenge things were somewhat different, a barrage of cannonball fire, round after round after round pounded into the meaty flesh eventually severing it and leaving a massive chunk of tentacle slowly sinking into the inky black depths of ocean where the beast did dwell.
It was then as both ships were released from their attack that they turned the tables. Cannonballs began firing out the port side of both ship one after another all aimed at the beast’s huge, bulbous, purplish and blue translucent head. As the waves increased due to the raging waters being pushed up by the storm front coming in from the south both ships rode the waves, their cannonballs less accurate the closer they got but the attacks still relentless.
For more than ten minutes both ships fired their massive arsenal of cannonballs, although they were within a hundred and twenty feet of their target even the pirates in the crows nests were struggling to see how much, if any, damage was being done to the beast. More than eighty rounds had been fired from the cannons of each ship, the smell of gun powder filled the air and for those on the lower decks their ears were still ringing but none of them expected what came next.
Cannonballs were still airborne and flying towards their target when the Leviathan simply sunk out of sight and back down into the inky depths of the dark ocean.
Like water flowing down a pipe the ocean opened up and the massive bulbous head sunk down below the surface. Several seconds later a white frothy sea foam spewed fourth, upwards in a jet like formation from where the creature’s head had been. The foamy jet reached skyward more than a hundred feet before spreading out like mushroom and raining down in a circle of two hundred feet around the battle zone.
Aboard the two pirate ships the thick, white, foamy, water rained down upon them covering the upper decks in a sea of white reminiscent of sailing into a snow storm. The pirates on deck all struggling to stand up on the slippery decks as the ships surfed up and down the ever increasing waves created by the storm front. Within minutes the decks would be washed clean by the drowning rains coming up from the south and for once the rains could not come quick enough because the crew were slip sliding around the deck trying hard to stay on their feet.
“Whar he be gone?” the good pirate called as loud as he could to Sinker Lugsail in the crow’s nest.
“He’s gone below. I ain’t spyin’ him at all cap’n.” came Sinker’s call.
Similar words were spoken aboard the decks of the Revenge.
No sooner had the foamy water stopped raining down upon the two ships than the rain storm coming up from the south had engulfed them. Driving rain, falling at an angle and spearing into the exposed crew like red hot needles, pounded the ships but none of the crew ran for cover. With sodden sails dripping with the remnants of foam and plumes of water from the sky the ships were pushed northward out of the battle zone and directly towards the rocky shore lines of the massive land mass the good captain recognised in his dream.
Both captains struggled to regain control of their ships in the rough water. The Privateer was closer to the shoreline than the Revenge but both captains knew that without control they’d end up smashed on the rocks.
It was too late for the crew of the Privateer to abandon ship, the life boats could not be deployed quick enough. Their only hope was that the good captain could ride out the waves and steer the big ship away from the rocks, working against the wind with sodden sails on his masts.
At the same time aboard the Revenge they still had time to man the life boats and abandon ship, but Captain Bildgepoole refused to give the order. Although he’d never commanded a ship through such a storm he was confident he and his crew could ride the waves across the face of land and eventually away from the storm, which if it remained on the heading it was would continue over land.
Both crews fought hard, out riggers were deployed, sea anchors dropped and every method they knew was implemented to slow the ships movement in the rough sea. Although they were sodden and dripping with water the sails were dropped giving the strong winds less to push. While they weren’t copying each others motions they crews actions aboard both ships were almost identical as both ships drifted closer to the rocks.
Never one to count his blessings too quickly the good captain looked towards land. He estimated at the speed the wind was pushing them they had less than ten minutes before impact, the Revenge had maybe as many as twenty. It was at that moment his mind forced him to take a second glance at the Revenge.
The Revenge was sitting in dead calm water.
In a scene like he had never seen before the good captain stood on the navigation deck of the Privateer gripping the wheel and watching as the storm front of driving rain went straight past them. In a single second the howling winds had stopped, the needle like spears of rain had stopped, the dark cloudy sky had all but gone and the Privateer was floating on a glass like surface almost like they were dead in the water.
When the two ships came together several minutes later captain Bildgepoole called across the deck to the good captain.
“Aye, I thought we were goin’ to be feedin’ th’ fish!”
“Aye, I were just gettin’ ready to bring a spring upon ‘er!” The good captain replied joking suggesting that he was preparing to take control of the ship and steer her out of the storm when things changed.
Captain Bildgepoole laughed but didn’t respond to the comment instead choosing to ask a question everyone wanted an answer to.
The good captain barely had to think about his answer. “We live to battle another day, th’ only crew to ever take on Leviathan ‘n survive! He gunna live to regret th’ mistake he has made!”
“Mistake?” Captain Bridgepoole asked as the crew of both ships looked on and waited for a response.
“He left us alive!”
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