Battle at sea

The cook was still amazed that it had not occurred to them to check that the Violent Violet, dint bring explosives down from the ship. "Well that's another town were not welcome at anymore" the though passed the cooks head as he remembered the large smoldering remains of what was once a bar. Yet another cooking establishment brought to ruin by the horror that was their shipwright. The sounds of firing cannons, and the subsequent splash the shots made as they missed them, by what seemed to be a meter or two. Reminded him about the fact that the marines having come chasing after them shortly after the incident, were still hot on their tail for the last couple of hours or so. Quite honestly he was beginning to get tired of running from them. And it dint look like they were going to lose them any time soon.
"Heck,might as well have some fun with the Marines, after all its the least they could do after having chased us for the last three hours, and also shooting at his hats. well the ship in which his hats are, but close enough."

Jumping with glear, Vi immediately loaded Fishbones with the first thing she found on deck: A pile of the heavy fishing nets they used while out at sea. Hiding behind the banister, next to one of the ship's cannons, Vi waited until the boarders began exchanging ships before popping up, aiming fishbones up and firing the bunch of netting at a trio of sailors who had attempted to swing on ropes above her. One of the nets had managed to ignite, the burning ropes ensnaring a two of them as the attempted to go after her captain-friend. Leaving Fishbones by her side, Violet drew her custom party-poppers as she saw a boarding party begin to form up. Raising herself to her full height, she waved at the angels-to-be and called out.

"Hey-Hey~! You're gonna be such pretty angels now~!"

Not giving the group time to react, she placed the barrel of her pistol just above the ship cannon's fuse and fired into the wood, lighting the fuse and quickly releasing the flak load she had readied. The group of marines took cover in time, only loosing two members of their group getting caught by the blast, the remaining  marines popping up and firing a fusillade against her, forcing the boarding action near the aft end to become a strange trench war, the sides of the ships providing cover as the marines tried to pin her long enough to safely board into melee range. Vi kept moving along the aft section of the ship, popping up and taking a shot at any marine that tried to risk the crossing, reloading the barrels every chance she got.

the marines on the ground seemed genuinely scared, another marine that had been a short wais away charged at him, "This is gonna be so much fun. fun,fun,fun,fun,fun,fun,fun,fun,fun,fun,fun,fun". the he suddenly felt a strong yank that knocked him out of his train of thought as the captain pulled him back behind her, and ducked at the marines swing and shot him n the knee. 
His smile left as quickly as it had appeared. "aw that was gonna be my fun" he though  as he turned, another marine was right behind him already starting his swing. The crooked grinn reappeared across his face as with one swift motion he avoided the swing moving the arm into the marine, Rabia Contratore, followed by a audible crack and snaping sounds as the top of his femur swapped places with the top of his knee cap. The now incapacitated marine let out a scream of pain as he fell to the ground clutching his now useless knee. the few marines that were looking at the cook as he disabled one of their fellows took a step back.  

Grinning all the wile he ran straight at the remaining marines, 



{marines down=2(one from my earlier post)}

"Yeah, yeah, sorry~! The little angels wanted to try playing with pointy-stabby things so I had to make them sleep~!"

Having finally run to the rest of the group, Violet immediately hurried to the space opened up between them, grabbing a back of powder and upending it into the carronade as she began to reload. Grabbing their fishing nets, Vi shoved those inside the cannon along with some fun-looking metal balls chained together, pounding it all down as she kept an eye on any marine potentially closing in on her. Pulling out her pistol, she fired a shot as one of the marines broke past the two, realizing she was loading a heavy cannon. The shot, in yet another rookie mistake by the shipwright, passed through the marine's chest and continued onwards, passing just next to Yumi's head and digging into one of their masts.

Putting it back into her holster, Violet finished loading Fishbones, and looked towards Yumi's side, where the marines chasing her had finally caught up to the fray. Rushing in, she slammed one of the marines about to hit yumi with the heavy thing of metal, sending the man flying from the momentum of the loaded cannon, before bracing Fishbones against her shoulder and firing.

The heavy netting flew out once more, this time much closer to the mark and trapping three men against the mast, the chain shot she had loaded flying high and breaking the mast just above their heads. Giggling insanely, Violet stopped and looked up, watching as the mast began toppling majestically, toppling over into the sea and nsapping at such a height that the marines she had trapped became pinned by the remains.

"Yum~Yum~! I borked their wingey-bit~! I borked it good~!"

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OOC: DAH TALLEY! (Casualties refers to combined total of loss of fighting power due to any loses, be they captures, abandonment, injury, or death for this table's uses)



Additional Casualtiess: 2 Sets of Fishing nets, 1 Mast, 5 Marine's sense of pride at having lost to a man with a stick.

The cook, was feeling quite fulfilled, after the fight. his twisted grin still present on his lips as he dragged his three captures to the pile of people forming on their ship. not really minding as their heads bumped into everything from cannonballs rolling across their deck to the side of the ship as he tossed them over to the their ship. " heck whats a few more bumps." he then came upon the marine whose knee he had dislocated. he poked the man with his staff, in response the passed out marine twitched, "ok" The cook was kinda feeling sad for the man, in his experience dislocated joints tended to swell up greatly and become useless if left alone. And seeing as most their ship was wrecked he took a bit of pity on the man.

he said as he firmly gripped the mans leg, and then proceeded to "try" to fix the joint. after a bit of trial and error he was moderately sure the leg was probably usable. so he just tossed him on the pile of crying marines on their ship. waste not want not..