"Captain! Captain! Ship been spotted, cap'n!”, shouted out one of the deck hands as he waved his hands to the wheel of the ship.
Standing there upon the quarter-deck stood a man with tattoos covering his body, red and black all over his chest which was on show under his white coat. His black hair covering one eye, he made his way onto the main deck with a scimitar drawn. The crew of the ship had started to gather and prepare; buckets of arrows were brought out from under deck along with a collection of longbows.
"Gather up, men! Same as usual, looks to be just another trade ship.. should be a bit of trouble but then their goods are ours!!”, Na'man shouted out to the men, getting a cheer in response.
Seven men grabbed the bows on the floor and stood at the edge of the deck, knocking their arrows as the ship was turned closer towards the tradeboat. Traders and guards peered at the ship that was sailing towards them before they realised what was going on. Swords were gathered and goods were hidden as best as they could be in the rush!
"I hope all these weeks on sea hasn't ruined your aim, boys! Aim for the guards and... FIRE!!”, Na'man shouted out before arrows were sent flying through the air towards the ship! Those that were not quick enough to get behind cover soon found themselves screaming in pain before another round was sent over!
Both ships now got closer until a loud THUNK marked their meeting! A board was thrown between the two ships as both anchors sunk to the ocean floor! Men started to climb over onto the trade ship, Na'man himself among them!
Steel rang out as swords clashed against each other, people screaming and falling on either side as the corsairs made their way to captain who was shouting orders here and there!
Na'man ducked beneath a blade as one swung for his throat and soon his scimitar span into the legs of the wielder and making him fall onto his knees, just as he was about to be finished, a sharp sting went to his shoulder and blood started to stain his white coat. Tearing it off and looking at the wound, now flowing down onto his red and black markings, as they meet it looks as if his whole body was covered in blood from the illusion his markings made! Instantly the traders knew who this was, Na'man or Blood in the tongue of Harad. Standing up, the scimitar soon put an end to the two men by a few long strikes from left to right!
The captain burst out from the ship, a large great sword in his hands as he advanced down the steps towards Na'man! The corsair jumped towards a large great axe that was planning to be sold, gripping it in his hands he started to swing it towards the captain with a grunt escaping with each swing! His body shimmering from sweat and blood, his hair hanging over his face as he swung the sharp axe towards the man. After many hits on both sides, one lucky hit met the trade captain in the throat and made him fall with a gurgling noise.
Panting, Na'man made his way to the main deck before he shouted out:
"Grab everything of value! Its ours now!!”
The crew started to go through the ship like a wave, lifting crates and barrels and moving them from ship to ship! Every last coin added onto the pile before the men hopped from the ship, the sun now rising.
Fats and oils were poured onto the deck of the ship before a torch was thrown aboard, now a good distance away the crew looked behind and saw the once floating ship now going under in flames with bellows of smoke going into the air!
