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Earendil Halfelven · 05-06-2004, 06:06 PM

"Out, girl, or I will give you away as a present!"

The door shut behind Adeline as she rushed out and Doran turned to glare at Jurex. Jurex looked pale and looked at the floor. Doran fumed. His breath coming out as if he was breathing fire.

"You ever say such things in front of a prisoner, you ever insult my discipline among the crew or my reputation in front of a prisoner or anyone, and I will personally see to it that that is the last mistake you ever make!" He was yelling now and Jurex seemed to shake a bit. But now Doran lowered his voice to a harsh whisper.

"It is in your best interest to never make that mistake again."

Jurex nodded and swallowed. Doran glared at him. But then a cry from the deck hurried to their ears.

"Sail ho!"

Doran rushed out of his cabin with Jurex right behind him. Many of the crew were also rushing up to see who was out there. Reaching the deck, Doran looked up at the lookout and said, "Where?"

"Sails off o' starboard!"

Sails, thought Doran. He said sails. Doran looked and saw two deep red sails. They were the sails of Harad. Perfect, he thought. The crew think that my luck is out. Well, time to see if they're right.

Jurex was standing on his right side. He looked out but didn't say anything. Many of the crew looked over at Doran, watching him and wondering what he was going to do.

"Haradrim," muttered Doran to Jurex.

"What do we do, Captain?" Jurex asked.

Speaking loud enough for the crew to hear, Doran replied,"Light the battle torch to signal the other ships. Men, we go to battle!"

The deck errupted in cheers. Swords rang as they were drawn and many were clanged together.

"Take your positions!" Doran yelled.
The crew reacted immediately. As they rushed by to take their positions, he heard one say,"Didn't I tell ya? The captain's still got it in him."

He looked out and saw the other ships getting into battle formation, their torches blazing off of the stern to show that they knew what was going to happen. They knew what to do. They were going to sail down in two columns, with the Haradrim ships in the middle. On Doran's command, the ships would let loose their volley of catapults until there was nothing left of the Haradrim.

"Men, load!"

The Haradrim ships sailed closer, apparently unaware of their fate. All was a hush. Even the wind was silent as it blew. Nothing was heard except the baited breath of his men. The ships were almost in perfect position.

"FIRE!"
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The men cheered and drank to their hearts content. The attack was successful. One Haradrim ship lay barely afloat as it sunk lower and lower, and the other one lay almost crippled. It was just barely able to get home. His men had succesffully board both ships. One of the ship's crew wouldn't surrender, so Doran was forced to annihilate them. Seeing the fate of their comrades, the other ship gave in. They were taken totally by surprise. With both ships plundered and looted, Doran sailed off with minimal casualties. None of his ships sustained any serious damage. None of his crew doubted him any longer.
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It had been two days since the attack and Doran was getting restless. Where were his ships? He was strolling the deck when the lookout called to him.

"Captain, there's debris floatin' about in the water and what I think are bodies!"

Doran rushed to the side of the ship and looked downward. He saw broken planks of wood floating about, pieces of mast, and bodies. Some bodies were missing parts, such as a head or an arm. Many of the crew now noticed the scene around them. Floating by the ship was a piece of wood with a name on it; the name of a ship. It said Pora Diy.

Many started to mutter about curses and such, but it was obvious that they had encountered the boy. How the boy had done this Doran didn't know. Again, Jurex was at his side, ready for orders.

"Jurex, let's sail on for a while until we're out of this debris field. Let's not keep the men here. They'll get jumpy."

Jurex nodded.

They sailed on for about a mile until they were out of the debris. Doran decided to lay anchor there until the figured where next to go now that they knew the fate of one of his ships.

That night, they fought another battle. This time, it was against nature and the elements.

05-06-2004, 06:06 PM	#14
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	"Out, girl, or I will give you away as a present!" The door shut behind Adeline as she rushed out and Doran turned to glare at Jurex. Jurex looked pale and looked at the floor. Doran fumed. His breath coming out as if he was breathing fire. "You ever say such things in front of a prisoner, you ever insult my discipline among the crew or my reputation in front of a prisoner or anyone, and I will personally see to it that that is the last mistake you ever make!" He was yelling now and Jurex seemed to shake a bit. But now Doran lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. "It is in your best interest to never make that mistake again." Jurex nodded and swallowed. Doran glared at him. But then a cry from the deck hurried to their ears. "Sail ho!" Doran rushed out of his cabin with Jurex right behind him. Many of the crew were also rushing up to see who was out there. Reaching the deck, Doran looked up at the lookout and said, "Where?" "Sails off o' starboard!" Sails, thought Doran. He said sails. Doran looked and saw two deep red sails. They were the sails of Harad. Perfect, he thought. The crew think that my luck is out. Well, time to see if they're right. Jurex was standing on his right side. He looked out but didn't say anything. Many of the crew looked over at Doran, watching him and wondering what he was going to do. "Haradrim," muttered Doran to Jurex. "What do we do, Captain?" Jurex asked. Speaking loud enough for the crew to hear, Doran replied,"Light the battle torch to signal the other ships. Men, we go to battle!" The deck errupted in cheers. Swords rang as they were drawn and many were clanged together. "Take your positions!" Doran yelled. The crew reacted immediately. As they rushed by to take their positions, he heard one say,"Didn't I tell ya? The captain's still got it in him." He looked out and saw the other ships getting into battle formation, their torches blazing off of the stern to show that they knew what was going to happen. They knew what to do. They were going to sail down in two columns, with the Haradrim ships in the middle. On Doran's command, the ships would let loose their volley of catapults until there was nothing left of the Haradrim. "Men, load!" The Haradrim ships sailed closer, apparently unaware of their fate. All was a hush. Even the wind was silent as it blew. Nothing was heard except the baited breath of his men. The ships were almost in perfect position. "FIRE!" __________________________________________________ _______________ The men cheered and drank to their hearts content. The attack was successful. One Haradrim ship lay barely afloat as it sunk lower and lower, and the other one lay almost crippled. It was just barely able to get home. His men had succesffully board both ships. One of the ship's crew wouldn't surrender, so Doran was forced to annihilate them. Seeing the fate of their comrades, the other ship gave in. They were taken totally by surprise. With both ships plundered and looted, Doran sailed off with minimal casualties. None of his ships sustained any serious damage. None of his crew doubted him any longer. __________________________________________________ _______________ It had been two days since the attack and Doran was getting restless. Where were his ships? He was strolling the deck when the lookout called to him. "Captain, there's debris floatin' about in the water and what I think are bodies!" Doran rushed to the side of the ship and looked downward. He saw broken planks of wood floating about, pieces of mast, and bodies. Some bodies were missing parts, such as a head or an arm. Many of the crew now noticed the scene around them. Floating by the ship was a piece of wood with a name on it; the name of a ship. It said Pora Diy. Many started to mutter about curses and such, but it was obvious that they had encountered the boy. How the boy had done this Doran didn't know. Again, Jurex was at his side, ready for orders. "Jurex, let's sail on for a while until we're out of this debris field. Let's not keep the men here. They'll get jumpy." Jurex nodded. They sailed on for about a mile until they were out of the debris. Doran decided to lay anchor there until the figured where next to go now that they knew the fate of one of his ships. That night, they fought another battle. This time, it was against nature and the elements.