Cantabrian Sea, offshore west of Belle Isle, France.
The battle is in full swing ...
The mixed-sail Skooner has a good windward aspect, and the double spinnaker configuration makes her a wide-bottomed vessel even in shallow waters, where she will not lag too far behind high-speed vessels.
But none of that was the reason Raven escaped with his life.
Under the strong firepower of his opponent, his fleet could only choose wave evasion, which greatly slowed down the speed of the ship, and escaped until now, the two enemy ships of the same type responsible for the encirclement had circled around in front of themselves.
As long as the opponent closed the door, the only two options left in front of Raven were death in battle and surrender.
Raven is the Governor of the Second Fleet of the Mindel Chamber of Southampton, and thanks to the character of its President, the Mindel Chamber is another chamber that is solid in its discipline, but far from massive in its strength.
The destruction of the Second Fleet will cause the Chamber of Commerce to suffer a great loss of vitality, and the Lord President, even if he is the Viscount's own brother, will completely lose the Viscount's trust because of this defeat ...
When he thought of the president's many years of cultivation favor, Leiwen's eyes completely reddened.
He couldn't let that happen, even if there was only the slightest chance ... even if ...
"Titus! Look behind you!"
Raven, who was about to die a decisive death, shuddered violently, and subconsciously followed the first mate's guidance to look behind him at the pursuing enemy.
He lost his voice in alarmed scolding, "God!"
At the western end of the sea, there were towering masts leaping out of the sea like a knight's lance, with an unfamiliar flag flying from the masthead.
Purple flowers, yellow and white markings, and a bright ... St. George's Guardian printed on a pure white background!
"It's a fellow Englishman!" Raven was ecstatic!
The speeding sea-vessel came thoroughly into view, speeding like the wind, forward across, backward longitudinally, all sails puffed to their utmost in the direction of the wind, and the slender hull plunged forward into the center of the battlefield!
"It's Brigantine!" Raven choked and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Boys, our reinforcements are coming! Show those haughty Frenchmen the courage of our English sea men! Sprint!"
"Five degrees right rudder, speed ahead!"
The same order was shouted from Lorraine's lips as he sat large on the bow of the ship, his hands on the grips of the harpoon cannons, taking the last moments to fine-tune the Butterfly Blossom's stance as she entered the fray.
The immediate battlefield had become distinct, from south to north, with two of the pirate's skuna at the forefront, England's Unicorn's ship in the center, and finally the pirate's other skuna and her flagship, Brigantine.
There was a gap of about fifty meters between the two ships, and it was this measly fifty meter gap that Lorraine was aiming for!
"Grab the T-head! Cross battle conditions! Harness sails in readiness! Both sides ... gunnery ready!"
The sailors manning the guns held their torches aloft, and those manning the sails grasped the heads of the ropes.
They were about to enter the fray, but no one but Lorraine and Pierce, high up on the lookout, were paying any attention to the panicked enemy ships close at hand.
They only care about their jobs!
Every Englishman knows that the goddess of victory will lift her skirts toward England only if she gives her full attention to doing her job on the battlefield!
"Fifty meters! Prepare for impact!"
Lorraine let out a yell, and Kron and Ramos perked up in unison.
"Fire!" "Lower the sails!"
Two orders were issued at the same time!
In an instant, all the rising sails were released at the same time, the Butterfly Flower lost its wind power, and its slender and upright hull suddenly stopped right in the middle of the two enemy warships, forming a [cross] shape, with the black holes of the gun ports directed towards the bow of the ship, and one towards the ship's transom!
Boom! Boom, boom, boom, boom!
All eighteen guns fired in turn.
The upper six-pounders filled with loose shells, and the finely crushed projectiles swept across the deck, tumbling men and horses.
The lower nine-pounders filled with solid shells, and fiery balls of iron blasted against the hull, sending wood shavings flying.
There were more cannonballs falling on the sea, exploding in large splashes on the sea, the water rushed to the sky, stirring up huge waves that made the three warships rock uncontrollably!
The two enemy ships dropped their mainsails at the first sign of attack.
They began to adjust their bows, making every effort to turn the warships and expose their fire-rich sides to the Buttercup.
Lorraine was pleasantly unafraid.
Taking advantage of the corpse-strewn deck of the other side, he shot the fishing fork in his hand, attached to the rope, and dug it into the main mast of the pirate flagship with a duh sound, and then left the shooting position!
He drew the long knife on his belt!
"Fire on Skuna, sailors pick up Brigantine! Kron. Scott temporary captain, Haina, Noa, let's go!"
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The second round of artillery fired in unison, the firelight flashed only on the starboard side of the Buttercup, the sailors on the deck threw hooks and ropes towards the Brigantine in the near distance, and Lorraine, Haina, and Noya were the first to step on the thick fishing fork ropes, and leaped onto the enemy ship in several big steps like stepping on a tightrope!
Duh duh duh duh!
Lorraine sprinted the fastest, but it was always Hina, who followed him, who was the first to power up.
The red velvet flying knives whizzed past Lorraine's side, shooting down three pirates who tried to cut the rope in between, each one hitting the side of the neck squarely and accurately.
The pirates fell, and Lorraine and Hina stepped onto the blood-stained deck in succession.
They stopped without stopping, separating left and right as soon as they landed.
Lorraine killed the swarming pirates, a pair of long knives dancing into streams of light. Hina pursed her lips and went straight for the gun positions, those cannons were already in place, just waiting for the ship to swing over sideways, they were going to ignite the hairline and fire the cannonballs onto the deck of the Buttercup.
And right behind them was Noa.
The shy witch is by no means as harmless as she looks, and she fights with cards.
The small Arcana of Silver Tarot was her weapon of choice, 56 wide, thin pieces of silver tugged into a chain of cards in her hands, and from time to time one flew out and lodged itself in the pirates' chests like a flying dagger, opening up pathways for Lorraine and Haina to clear the way for the front-runners!
The three men raised a fishy wind on the pirate's deck that was no less than cannon fire and even more lethal!
The battle aboard the Buttercup was nothing less than her captain's.
On the port side, seven or eight brave sailors tugged on their hooks and ropes to draw the two ships closer together, and at a distance of five or six meters they darted and swung out, biting their knives and swinging Tarzan-like into the enemy's side.
The gangplanks are up!
Twenty or so men with their scimitars raised, shouting under Keren's command, rushed onto the enemy ship, rushing past the three Lorraine men who had been fighting furiously for several minutes, and battling the pirates.
On the starboard side, Ramos commanded all nine guns of the upper four and lower five, pouring fire at a rate of nearly three-minute rounds into the opposite Skuna, which had finished adjusting its ship's attitude, only twenty meters separating the two sides, nine versus four, with wood shavings and white smoke blazing into a haze between them.
Brigantine was a true gunboat, and the Brig type of her class ranked sixth in the navies of the nations, and could not be matched by the Skuna opposite in the sturdiness of her hull, the density of her guns, the height of her bulwarks, or the thickness of her hull.
The gun battle between the two sides showed absolute suppression!
In less than fifteen minutes and five rounds of artillery fire, Ramos had muted three of his opponent's gun positions, and the spare six-pounder sliced into a chain of shells, shattering his opponent's foremast in just one round and completely depriving him of the power to disengage from the battlefield.
The scales of victory begin to tip toward the Buttercup ...
...
Psst!
Lorraine shortened her body, her left sword diagonally teased to draw away the enemy's blade, her right sword downwardly cleaved to break open her chest, and a fountain of blood sprayed up into the sky, splashing Lorraine all over her body.
"Ten ..."
He chanted softly, straightened up, and took a slow step up the steps of the transom.
Two more pirates pounced on his left and right, Lorraine was just about to draw his sword when a red light and a silver light swept by from left and right in unison, the red light nailed into the target's eyebrow, and the silver light plunged into his opponent's chest.
The two unlucky pirates immediately toppled over the parapet and fell.
Lorraine shouldered her knife and cried back.
He saw the lopsided battle on deck first; Drake's gallant sailors had killed their way down the ladderway right in the middle of the deck into the lower gun deck.
And then he saw Hina and Noa standing in the pavilion behind him, one playing with a knife and the other with a card, half bloodless, very different from his blood-soaked savage form.
"Are you guys idle? Go help out at Gunmetal!"
With a catlike step, Haina pulled her flying dagger from the dead man's brow, wiped it, and stuck it back in its holster, "They fought back, tried to retake the deck, and were defeated."
Noa hurriedly nodded with a red face.
This means that the sailors are not in the process of forcing an attack on the gun deck, but are chasing down the remnants of the enemy, so they don't need their help ...
What else can be said ...
Lorraine shrugged her shoulders and gasped open the hatch at the very center of the top floor with a kick, and Silver Tarot and Flying Dagger shot inside almost simultaneously.
Duh! Duh!
No Rattle ...
Lorraine looked up with an odd expression on her face, only to see a young white man in a tiki suit with a greenish face.
Youth heartily pulls out the red velvet flying knife poking at his ear ...
"I am Acharin, the natural nephew of the Viscount Desai of Bordeaux. Desai." He squeezed his flechette and gulped, "I demand treatment and rights commensurate with my status, while respecting your right to freely distribute all my belongings."
"I am now your captive. You can ask my family for a ransom, and I promise that the price will be satisfactory to you ..."