Nasty Nate

Aye, well proposed. As the only other knower of name-must-not-be-said-(yet) of course I be in. Welcome Lads and Lasses. Here be the beginning formation of somethin' fierce.

This be a tale of some time ago. Its been a spell since ol' Nate here has been back to the tavern. Well, since Beatraue lay that ol' curse on me and the lads (that be a story for another day, she only now be liftin it), we be sippin' out o' the extra rum barrels far out to see, til the wind be blowing over, jus' to be on the safe side. So there we was, scoping out east of the Virgins (Isles) in me privateer when out o the fog comes a Dutch Surprise flying with the wind, nearly knockin us over. Lucky we be fealing as her guns go with her. Now, a few moments pass then Scream belts from the crows bucket, pointing out the dutch yacht trying to catch its wake. With the wind being against that there suprise returning and, enough distance between 'em, well, not being one to pass up such an open opportunity, I engage the yacht. Now, for all that is said against us "opportunists" by the sheep Nationalists, this be a fare scirmish. Well, as far as ships go. Me crew be near ferocious in determination when it comes deck to deck with sole proprietors. Som'tin jus' puts the excitement in the powder when there be a lively crew on the other end o the plank. Sometimes it jus' be feeling like them ship's be automated they be so predictable. Anyhoo, where was I? Oh, right, the yacht. So, my chain be decimatin' his sails and he be doing fair enough work on me hull while I tack in to board. Here I be working him into the wind when he stears into me and breaks me front spire. Unfortunate aye, but he be stuck at which Riggle calls the order and the grapling hooks launch. Now, jus' as we be pulling the Yacht in to board, wouldn't ya know, that Suprise done go and live up to it's name. The crew be fired up like the devil be on their tail. We make short order of the boarding, taking minimal losses and here comes the shot from the Suprise. So, not being a good day to hang, I get the lads ready to make sail. But, haha, here be the butter on the bread. Scream, still in the nest calls down reporting that the deck o the suprise looks mighty empty. Through the glass I pere. Sure enough. That ship be sailing with a skeleton crew. We figure they be short near 100 men. The lads and I slow, heads turn, yellow teath like crooked tombstones beam as we all know what comes next. Shouts race as we board the yacht and make for sail. Cannons fire again and wood splinters before we get underway. A regretting thought of the damage we did to these sails slips by as I yell "CHAIN SHOT"! I want that ship! Knowing the dissavantage of loosing the spire, the yacht became the better choice. We lead him away from the privateer as he kept shooting the por girl. I give it to the Jr. Lutentant on that suprise, he worked it better than I thought and landed a generous pownding on us as we tore through his sails. We find a safe distance to pick at him, knowing soon enough we'd be able to approach and start shelling the gunwhales and graping the crew. Aye, ambitious we be but confident it be possible. The yacht is soon becoming too slow as the remaining sails take on more chain. We dash over and reboard the privateer haha. And now we have the wind and gauge. He hails me and challenges a full attack or he will make his escape. I feign in effort to keep him engaged but alas, at this the suprise knows I will keep picking at him until I have him crippled and he makes for escape. Scream picked a new glass from the yacht and damned if that lad ever comes down from the lookout, even here in port. His eyes be good and knowing well he who first spots a ship gets choice pick of reward, I recon he'l be a wealthy one soon enough. Now, another pint o' rum to Nate for his story, eh' lads? I be missing this good island sour.

Yes!!!

I think it sure would be nice to see the battle circle and status of members in my group who are near me.

Suggestion, Ships within a group should be visable at all times, ie. exiting battle and exiting port.