Pirates!! (closed)

Drew sprinted towards the exit. he navigated the twists and turns until he reached the outside of the ship. Well that was easy, He thought.

Claude took this moment to run, heading, not to the house, but to town. It would be harder to grab a hold on him there. However, he forgot he was tied up and fell right back down.

(Oh, never mind that then-)

(I fixed it.)

(I'll delete mine)

Damian quickly dispatched the soldiers still cowering on the ground as Thaddeus led them outside. The more men they left dead on the floor here, the harder it would be to follow them through the town. He cussed quietly when he heard Lydia fire her pistol, taking charge of the group and quickly getting them down to the harbor. Only a few soldiers dared give chase, and he trusted Drew to get rid of them while he and Thaddeus got the ship ready for sailing.

As they moved towards the ship, Drew turned around and drew his dagger. He charged at the soldiers following them, going for the necks. The soldiers put up a fight, and he was punched and kicked a few times. In the end, the soldiers were sprawled on the ground, various cut and stab wounds on their bodies, not a breath from their lungs. Drew was aware that he was now cover in blood, and took a handkerchief from one of the soldiers to wipe off his face. He turned away from the corpses to rejoin the captain.

Damian sighed as Drew jogged back up, taking in the blood with a playful grimace. "You're taking a bath as soon as we get back on board," he said, only half teasing.

"Oi, quit flirtin' and keep running!" Thaddeus bellowed, holstering his Hydra and booking it towards the harbor where they docked.

Drew opened his mouth to reply but shut it and just rolled his eyes at Thaddeus. They were about to arrive at the harbor and he could see the oh so elegant name on the side of the ship. Despite being on the ship for a while, he let out a small laugh, as Neptune's Whore never failed to amuse him.

Damian smiled for entirely different reasons as the ship came into view, already happy to see his favorite woman in the world. He jogged over to the ship with unusual enthusiasm, patting her on the side the way he always did before he hopped aboard. "Drew, unfurl the sails! Thaddeus, hoist the anchor!" He ran over to the tiller, preparing the whore for sailing.

Drew climbed aboard the ship and got right to his captain's orders. He jogged to the ropes, untieing and tieing and the sails unfurled and caught the wind.

Thaddeus started cranking the anchor upwards when a musket ball splintered the railing in front of him. Soldiers were beginning to form the standard British lines, which made it much easier for him to pick off a few of them with his pistol.
"Don't ye love it when they stand in a row like that for ya?" he called out to no one in particular.

Damian snorted and pulled away from the tiller, yanking the musket from his back and firing at the soldiers eagerly. They fell back quickly when they realized Damian was shooting, but that didn't keep him from picking more of them off. So predictable. "Sure makes my life easier, Right-ear. Bring the boat around for Lydia while I take care of these sitting ducks."

"Aye aye!"
Thaddeus made his way to the steering wheel and caught it as the ship began to bank hard to the right. The shots had gone off a click or so away from the docks near the center of town. Fortunately, the shoreline to the left of that was completely undefended. Perfect for Lydia, if the brat didn't make things too difficult, that is.

Damian fired off a few more shots and gave a shrill whistle in return, peering across the rooftops until he saw Lydia's silhouette on the edge of one. He pointed her out to Thaddeus, smiling when he saw the kid's body in her arms. Tonight was going off without a hitch and he couldn't be more happy with his crew. "Lydia's coming down, prepare yourselves!"

Drew leaned over the edge of the whore, his hair whipping around his face. He let out a small 'whoop' and pumped his arm in the air, flecks of blood flying off of his hand. He loved whenever a mission succeeded. No profession he had ever had before could match up to the people and the experience of being a pirate.

Damian waved Drew over to the kid, walking over to man the tiller while Lydia checked her maps. They'd have to keep the brat locked up belowdecks, but the Whore wasn't equipped with a brig which would be… problematic. Either they'd need to leave him tied up, or they'd need to give him free rein of the ship. "Lydia, what's your read on the kid? Will he try to escape?"

"I'd just like to state now that I hate all of you." Claude said, just looking done. Sure, he could try to escape, but he already tried that and it didn't work much.

Drew stood beside Claude obediently. "That's okay," He chirped. "But just know that we don't intend to hurt you much or anything like that." He was rather aware that his statement wasn't that believable considering his current appearance.

Damian looked over at Claude appraisingly for a few seconds before he turned to his first mate. "What do you think Drew? Is the kid trustworthy, or should we leave him tied up downstairs." He paused. "Feel free to add your thoughts, kid. I want to hear from everyone before any decisions get made."

"I think you should drop me off in the port at the next town. Or better yet, three towns over from here." He just looked done with everything, but he didn't give an explination on why he didn't want to go back to his home.

"Hmm, I think he'll be fine if we leave him untied. We just should have someone with him all times possible," Drew said. He took a step away from Claude. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a bath. I'll be back." He turned and walked inside of the ship. The bath wasn't so much of a bath, as it was a place where you heat up buckets of water and dump them on yourself. He started a small fire near an open window and suspended a bucket of water.

Damian nodded, clapping Drew on the shoulder gratefully before he left. He wiped his now bloody hands on his pants, giving Claude a guarded smile. "Well, the crew trusts you at least. You'll fit right in as long as you can keep your feet on the ground."