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| Cloud05 | May 21 2008, 01:31 PM Post #1 |
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They call me Bond
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It's rough, but what the heck... By Dawns Light The world slowly came out of the haze. What had hit him? His mind began to clear. Glass, something had hit the ship and a large glass jug had fallen on him as he ran past. Something exploded in the distance, followed by another, much closer the second time. John Sheppard’s mind snapped into focus, they where under attack. His hands flew to his ears, to escape the sounds of terrified men, snapping wood and the loud crash of cannon balls hitting wood and water in tandem. He rose, pushing his way through scrambling men to the stairs, leading to the deck. He was reaching the top of the staircase when a high whistle made him stop, turn and bolt back down the way he had come. A thunderous crack and a tremendous jolt sent him to the floor below, arms flailing. The staircase erupted into an explosion of splinters as a led ball lodged itself into the opposite wall of the stair case. John picked his battered body off of the steel plating lining the Archangels inner haul and turned to examine the damage. The staircase appeared intact, but the walls on either side boosted a rather large hole were the cannon ball had decided to lodge itself. Testing the stairs once to make sure they would support his weight, he leapt upward ignoring the loud creaking sound that accompanied each footfall. Reaching the top he immediately bolted for the railing of the ship. His foot caught a loose plank sending him to his knees just in time to avoided fiery explosion that sailed over his head from behind, right were he had stood moments before. He muttered a prayer of silent relief and rose to his feet, fighting for balance on the rocking ship. His heart froze; the scene in front of him took the breath right out of his already burning lungs. He rubbed his eyes and staggered back to his feet. Mortars erupted from a wall of ships of all sizes across the bay. Giant balls of led, some flaming, flew left and right, some falling short of their targets, some accidently hitting other ships in the fleet, his fleet. The screams of wounded men rang in his ears, the sounds of the battle joined in tandem, erupting in one bone chilling chorus from hell. He couldn’t move. The scene had perplexed him. He shook it off. Come on, pull yourself together, men are dying out there, your men. John looked around; the chaos had escalated into full blown panic. Men ran left and right screaming, some poured off the sides into the sea trying to escape the waging battle, others just stood in place captivated by their own fear. Smoke clouded the already dark sky, dawn was on the verge of breaking and thin lines of pink blanketed the horizon, illuminating the attacking fleet. Senior officers barked orders to what little crew remained. They darted like mice, back and fourth across the deck forming chains, passing buckets of water to the brave soul’s desperately trying to extinguish the fires that were consuming the ship in several sections. John shook the feeling of terror off of him and bolted to the nearest officer. “You, find a signalman, tell him to signal Captains Bergoin and Marland to fall back.” The officer mouthed an obedient “Yes Captain,” but it was lost in the sounds of commotion coming from the stern. John turned to glance back and see what was going on, and was rewarded with a fist colliding with his face. He toppled backwards and landed with a thud. It didn’t take him long to recover. He was back on his feet in a flash, only one man stood in his path, one glance behind his attackers shoulder told him all he needed to know, the other six that had boarded with him were engaged with what was left of his crew. He couldn’t tell who was winning, but that would have to wait. He turned his attention back to his attacker just in time to swing his body away from a blade that sailed past his chest. He completed his turn and brought the hilt of his half drawn sword into the small of the bigger mans back. It collided with a thud and sent the man forward a few steps. The attacker recovered and spun, his eyes widened and he looked down. He had spun right into Sheppard’s blade. He took a step back and fell. If John was going to die here, then he wasn’t going to die alone. His eyes flashed and he turned to view his comrades. They were cleaning up the last of the boarding party, despite a few bruised knuckles, none of them seemed worse for wear. “Get to the Cannons!” John shouted. He ran towards the nearest cannon he could find. the big gun was askew. It had jumped its tracks upon the first impact and was pointing helplessly towards open water. He arrived at the same time of a rough burly looking man; his name was Hans if he remembered right. “Help me straighten this-” John stopped, his jaw hung open, he looking out over the water. The attacking fleet had stopped firing and was closing in on his ship. Several long boats filled the gap between the attackers and his burning ship. He broke his gaze to look at Hans. The man’s face had turned white and there was a look of desperation in his eyes. “Let’s move this thing.” John grunted and heaved with all his might. Hans followed his lead and the large gun shifted with a grown, and gave. It slid into its track with a load thud. Hans positioned the gun to point at the closest long boat. John hoisted a cannon ball into the barrel, stuffed it down and dropped to the deck, hands over his ears. The cannon erupted with a deafening roar followed by the sharp crack of snapping wood, a hit. The long boat was split in the middle and men were bailing off of either side into the fringed water. John rose and turned; the rest of the skeleton crew had followed his lead and had loaded their own cannons. They had caught him by surprise, true, but they hadn’t beaten him. He turned back to the water, and lifted one hand pointing at the on coming fleet. “Fire!” White smoke shot out in billowing white clouds. Dawn cracked, and broke over the horizon. |
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| Hyrules Hero | Nov 18 2008, 12:55 AM Post #2 |
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Neat, that was entertaining :) What is it though? I assume you wrote it? Will there be more? I liked the setting. Ships, and sea faring stuff and all that jazz is cool. It kind of reminded me of "Master and Commander" ^_^ |
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| Cloud05 | Nov 22 2008, 06:21 PM Post #3 |
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:lol: I just read it for the first time since I wrote it. :lol: It is pretty rough. :P Anyway, thanks. I wrote it for english last year...and at this point I don't really think I'll write anymore, but who knows. :) |
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| Hyrules Hero | Nov 23 2008, 01:41 AM Post #4 |
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Well, rough though it may be, it was a fun read. I just like peoples creative writing in general...assuming that it is at least half way decent ;) |
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| Cloud05 | Nov 23 2008, 09:10 PM Post #5 |
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Well I hope this meets the halfway mark. :D |
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| Hyrules Hero | Nov 24 2008, 11:42 PM Post #6 |
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It does ;) |
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