Prologue:
The corvette sliced across the sky in hot pursuit of the lumbering galleon, clouds streaming by as the galleon tried to gain altitude.
The pirate airship, decked with the colours of the Aerovosian raiders, shot forward as it hit the jet stream and began matching speed alongside the galleon. The crew of the galleon, panicked, began arming the starboard cannons, strung bows, and unsheathed swords as they prepared to defend their ships, their cargo, and their lives.
On the corvette, the pirates began to howl and hoot at the galleon's crewmen, laughing at their scared expressions. The corvette's cabin door opened and a fearsome bearded man stepped out, scowling at his crew's disorder as his beard whipped in the powerful winds.
"Get to yer stations, ye blasted windbags! Man the harpoons!" He bellowed, his voice easily carrying despite the roaring of the tropospheric jetstream. The crew immediately snapped to attention and made their way to the two harpoon launchers at either end of the ship. Still grinning at the galleon's crew, they turned the harpoons at their prey and aimed directly at their hull, the metal gears and springs of the launchers clicking and groaning with pressure. Everything fell silent for a moment as both crews tensed...
"Fire!" the raider captain shouted! The crew obliged, firing the harpoons into the hull with such force the recoil pushed the corvette slightly further away from the galleon. One harpoon hit, followed moments later by the second! Two direct hits! The raiders set the launchers to reel the lines back in and the corvette was pulled closer and closer to the galleon.
The pirates, weapons drawn and eager to spill blood, locked eyes with the defending crew. The poor sods were paralyzed with fear. The two sides held still once more as the corvette reeled itself towards the bulky galleon.
*bump*
The two ships collided at last, the corvette firmly locked against the galleon's hull. The pirates shouted a battle cry and leapt across! They charged at the defending crew, ready to kill...
The corvette sliced across the sky in hot pursuit of the lumbering galleon, clouds streaming by as the galleon tried to gain altitude.
The pirate airship, decked with the colours of the Aerovosian raiders, shot forward as it hit the jet stream and began matching speed alongside the galleon. The crew of the galleon, panicked, began arming the starboard cannons, strung bows, and unsheathed swords as they prepared to defend their ships, their cargo, and their lives.
On the corvette, the pirates began to howl and hoot at the galleon's crewmen, laughing at their scared expressions. The corvette's cabin door opened and a fearsome bearded man stepped out, scowling at his crew's disorder as his beard whipped in the powerful winds.
"Get to yer stations, ye blasted windbags! Man the harpoons!" He bellowed, his voice easily carrying despite the roaring of the tropospheric jetstream. The crew immediately snapped to attention and made their way to the two harpoon launchers at either end of the ship. Still grinning at the galleon's crew, they turned the harpoons at their prey and aimed directly at their hull, the metal gears and springs of the launchers clicking and groaning with pressure. Everything fell silent for a moment as both crews tensed...
"Fire!" the raider captain shouted! The crew obliged, firing the harpoons into the hull with such force the recoil pushed the corvette slightly further away from the galleon. One harpoon hit, followed moments later by the second! Two direct hits! The raiders set the launchers to reel the lines back in and the corvette was pulled closer and closer to the galleon.
The pirates, weapons drawn and eager to spill blood, locked eyes with the defending crew. The poor sods were paralyzed with fear. The two sides held still once more as the corvette reeled itself towards the bulky galleon.
*bump*
The two ships collided at last, the corvette firmly locked against the galleon's hull. The pirates shouted a battle cry and leapt across! They charged at the defending crew, ready to kill...