Ahoy again, me hearties! 'tiss me, Barnaclebeard, trusted First Mate of that finest of vessels, The Saucy Sue.
Today, me fellow sea dogs, I shall regale you with the tale of the Battle of Crows Nest Fortress.
We were up North (The Crew at the time consisting of the Captain Lackbeard, Ship Master Roger, and Treasure Hunter Long Scott, and yours truly), fighting knaves and ferrying feather clad friends, when we noticed an Ill Omen in the sky to the south. So, we curtailed our current conquests, and set full sails to the shiny bright light in the horizon. As we grew closer to our goal, we noted that we were not alone in the waters...
A galleon was following in our backwaters, and off to the South West another Galleon was rapidly approaching. Two Sloops were already at the outpost. We decided that it was time to be good seamanitans, and proposed parley. They answered with the leading reply of lead in our rear, and our opinion of opulently sharing treasure vanished and vaporised then and there.
Battle was joined, and what a battle it was!
The cannons roared, the hulls creaked, the water splashed our various present and missing eyes, legs and hands with the salt of the sea and our foes tears. After a daring battle, we sank the Galleon that was approaching from the South West. As we approached the remaining sloop by the Fortress, the cowards opened fire at us! We rapidly despatched of them by a mixture of cannon fire from Long Scott, artillery cover from the fortress by yours truly, and our daring Captain Lackbeard himself led the boarding of the knaves vessel. As we finished this battle, and prepared to tackle the hoards of undead, we saw it...
Fresh sails on the horizon! The cunning knaves had somehow gained a new galleon, and was rapidly approaching!
The battle lasted for some time, and the Sue even had to break off once to ressupply (our stores of cannon balls was running low from the ammount of ships we had sunk; my final talley was 5 ships, though the captain claims 7) but we returned non the less! We found the fortress upon our return only manned by undead. So we rapidly despatched the skellywags and claimed the Key from the undead captain!
But alas! A galleon on the Horizon!
Every pirate should be brave enough to fight! The bravest still are brave enough to bravely run away! So we grabbed the key with hook and hand, and set full sails along the gale to the west! Our scout, Long Scott, leaped off at Thieves Haven, to scout for pursuers. The Shipmaster leaped off at Shark Bait Cove with the Key to the vault, while yours truly and the Captain took our vessel on a merry roundabout the Ancient Isles, to confound the confusion and complete the compromisation of any cowardly companions conciving to capture our booty! We set sail back to the fort (Except our brave Scout, who actually swam from Thieves Haven and back to the fort), opened the vault, and grabbed the score all to our own! Then we set sail for Ancient Spire Outpost, where the gold ran like grog, the grog was drunk like grog, and we delivered our beloved Saucy Sue back to the embrace of our Lord and Saviour, The Kraken!
