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| ===Record of a Battle I=== | | ===Record of a Battle I=== |
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| Before the decisive battle with the Warlord Dampier began, I'd never thought I'd use the "T" tactic from the age of sail-propelled ships ever again. Fortunately, Dampier's vessel and I were both relics of a bygone era. His flagship was a cargo ship roughly 200 feet tall, its sides welded with composite armor and intercepting nets. He'd transformed it into a fortress, armed with cannon ports and platforms suitable for firing all manner of weapons. Luckily for me, though, it was far from a real warship, incapable of holding any fancy, long-ranged weapons he could fire while sipping on his coffee.
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| That's not to say it wasn't a fierce battle. The seas were ablaze, and the cannon fire left me deaf for a bit. The only things on his mind were: control the rudder, turn, fire, repeat. Our firepower was no match for his. The Lightbearers among us died and rose before the pain could even subside, while the mortals never opened their eyes again. I saw the ship's wreckage and shreds of flags floating in the water, the last tombstone to remember those who had met their end on the sea. I could almost imagine Dampier's arrogant grin inside that "Iron Kraken" of his.
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| Stay calm, I told myself, as I had Parrot report on our remaining firepower. The situation was worse than I'd thought, but not nearly dire enough to despair. I looked out at Dampier's fortress through the telescope. It was massive, imposing, a leviathan supported by death. My gaze swept over the sturdy armor and the cannon barrels protruding from the firing ports, and idea was born. The risk would be high, but any pirate worth her salt should embrace storms and whirlpools.
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| So, I gave the command. "Sail straight for 'em."
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| ===Record of a Battle II=== | | ===Record of a Battle II=== |
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