RP Channel Fleet

[trexdino]

*he walks back below decks*

[Crosshair]

*he looks up at the knot of marines in the fighting tops, and to his men at the sides* keep down there, crouch if y'have to! If the frogs see a glint of red they'll turn us into matchwood! *he goes below deck to his cabin, and comes out wearing his grey overcoat. He then takes off his bicorne hat and stows it in the quaterdeck gangway* That should help a bit... can't have my uniform spoiling our chances, eh? *he grins at Joo*

[joo]

Very prudent, Lietenant. *He gestures to his nodescript but well tailored First Mate's uniform* As you see, I have already anticipated this problem, and changed my outfit accordingly -- and I'm sure the captain will remember it as well when he awakes.

[Crosshair]

Aye, but until then he is below anyway... *he sighs* This could go very wrong... *he glances back to the floating wreckage and still dispersing smoke of the once British transport*

[joo]

Jusque-là, mes connaissances de base de français devront suffire.

[Crosshair]

*he chuckles* Ah, bien, donc les deux peuvent parler francais. Peut etre le capitan peut essayer aussi? Bien sur pour une ruse de guerre totalment effective.

[Tangential]

*he shouts loudly from the line of armed men, signalling them to stand ready for further orders* CAPTAIN! Orders!

[Crosshair]

As the two vessels close, they seem to be on a course to pass each other broadside on... The crew on deck watch as their oppisite number approaches... And wonder at the onslaught or victory which may happen in the next few hours...

[Pie]

In my own time, Tangential. (ooc: still having life troubles)

hmm. well they're flying our colours. and attacking an english ship.

the oldest trick in the book. hell I've even used this one before, and it was a lot more believable. Look at the ships lines, and the rigging. Doesn't seem to be french made, and it's way out of french waters.

Midshipmen toon, load the cannon and prepare to broadside! First round half cannons loaded with chain, half in cannon, secont round half chain half grape, third round grape, and we'd better get three shots off god damit, or it'll be 10 lashes for the lot of you! Carrot and stick, boys, rewards and punishment.

First officer dogonabun, use signal flags to order them to stop and ask for parlay, and steer this fine french flotilla 90 degrees starboard, crossing in front of that ship, so we can get off an early shot. Tack the sails men, portside tack at that, were truning -into- the wind. watch the merchant ship too, might not be quite dead enough for my tasts. Hup hup, men! lets be off! I need some extra men to bring out the oars and hold her steady, and prepaire to pull up all sails! And we might just bring them down again after that, eh? be ready for -anything- men, and there shouldn't be a knot out of place!

Tangential, prepare boarding parties and load your muskets! keep your sabers at the ready to, I want half the men shooting into the enimy, the other half waiting with sabrs to cut them down when we board them. shooting them on their own ship, eh? they wont know what hit them.

Prepare for the worst, everyone. you never know when demons and sons of bitches may come out of the mist, eh? come on, men, have at it!

And someone Hoist our colours god dammit! We'll be the finest looking ship to ever come against these english bastards!

Viva la france!

[Tangential]

*he motions to his men* Men, ready along the broadside!! I want men beside each cannon to take cover while gettining in position of shooting our enemy. Two men between each cannon! Prepare to alternate between shooting so there's no silence! Ready men! Wait for the Captain's orders!

[Crosshair]

*he whispers to his men* Steady lads... after the fighting's begun, and when you get a chance, fill their quarter deck with bodies... *he looks through his glass at the enemy ship* They're clearing for action sir... *he pauses, staring some more* Sending a signal up... gibberish by our books sir... God knows what it says. *he looks over to the quarter deck, and sighs* If they're cleared for action, they're suspicious... I think we've lost surprise.

[joo]

*He watches the approaching ship, his teeth gritted* Their movements are cautious, but not outright hostile... diplomacy may play a part in this yet. *He raises his voice* Lieutentant, I want your marines ready for battle at any moment, but to remain inconspicious. This is delicate situation - *raising his voice even louder* The first man who makes a move against orders will be shot in the back. Understand? The price for such foolishness would be much worse than one ungrateful life.

[Pie]

(ooc: lets get an estimate, how long until you reach us?)

[Crosshair]

OOC: Not long... if you're within range of a chaser it's got to be about two miles))

[Crosshair]

OOC: But then again, If we can see eachother's movements, then we must be quite close. Telescopes weren't perfect back then))