RP:Pirates Take a Rynvalian Merchant Vessel
Part of the Birds of A Feather Arc
Summary: The Enchantress and her captain Eliah, pursue and attack a Rynvalian merchant vessel carrying spices from Cenril to Rynvale.Its cargo captured, and significant damage sustained, the ship will slink back to Port Rynvale to alert the authorities.
Characters: Eliah, NPC crew.
Location: Rynvale; Open Water
Eliah watched the harbor, stalking the departing ship like a predatory cat as he stands proudly upon the prow of his ship. The Enchantress is riding higher, free of her cumbersome weight prepared to take flight after the small spice ship departing Cenril's cozy safety. The vicious Corsair waits as if kept upon some invisible chain, until the ship nosed free of the naval-fleet's ring of protection entering the by-waters betwixt Cenril and Rynvale and began it's turn towards open waters. The captain's words are motions tonight, illuminated by a shrill double whistle it takes no more to send his ship surging forth, the sails catching wind with a sudden almost resounding 'pop!'. The sudden surge of the ship merely pushes her captain a step back, the crew likewise salvaging themselves from harm as they clear from the cove of Rynvale's private beaches and begin closing on the small ship like a ill-born wraith.
Eliah watches with anticipation as they near the vessel. A hand waves to the starboard side of the ship and his crew responds; the cannons are run out, being tied in place in relative silence. The entire matter is practically perfection for the corsair, no cries raising beyond the attempted hail of the Rynvale crew as they cruise up the distance of the vessel's portside. The forsaken elf didn't make any remark to the silenced call as the elven opposition fell perplexed by an arrow in his chest to the waters below. He makes an all-too sudden cry as they slow alongside the ship, a finality for the merchant vessel without the warning required to mount a defense. " Fire!" The blasts rock Enchantress to the side before she settles, the six-teen gun salute into the smaller vessel's upper decks wreaking havoc among the captain's quarters, armory, mess room, and the crew's common quarters in kind as twenty men alongside The Carrion, swing aloft from mast-ropes to the maindecks of the opposing ship. The bloodthirsty cries of his men bring the disorganized victims to a somewhat immediate surrender, not moments before the main-mast gives a ungodly-groan and drops with a shuddering-snap falls into the water on the starboard side. Eliah is happy enough to find the captain of the vessel unconscious yet alive, and with the surrender swiftly has his crew act, relieving the merchant vessel of all of her precious monetary cargo, storing those spices into his red-ship's galley before returning to the smaller merchant ship and aiding his brethren in tying the merchant crew into the depths of their own ship's galley. The Corsair lord uses the makeshift gang-plank employed by his own men before passing a glance at the crippled ship and nodding. "We'll tow this mess back t'wards Rynvale's precious harbor. I need two men t stay aboard her an help keep her steady until we get near enough. Then we'll tie her wheel and let these generous merchants limp back into their home." He notes the Flag flying the colors of Rynvale and chuckles, offering an addition. " And tear down that flag, I want it for my collection, have her fly a smaller 'Trina'." The captain leaves his ship to it's business, moving into his own quarters while they do as they were bit, bringing him the flag he requested.
Eliah watches as they release the merchant ship back towards the harbor of Rynvale, her two smaller masts propelling her lamely forwards with her wheel locked straight ahead. There is no doubt that this first small act will be a flicker in the fire of trouble that he's in mind for the island-state, and yet the Carrion smiles, one fatality and a few minor wounded- it was no large price and if nothing else he returned Rynvale crew and ship, sans their cargo of spices... Spices he could get a great deal of money for in Cenril provided he could get the meeting he was awaiting still. " Fiske, take our ship home...I tire of this island and her waters."