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"A frown was plastered along Kommandørkaptajn Pedersen’s face as he looked out across the damaged bow of trincomalee; the bowsprit had been snapped off during the fight the night before, leaving Pedersen’s usually proud “Lady” in illrepair, though he was certainly displeased with the situation, he couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride for his crew’s handling of the ship; there they had been, heading valiantly straight towards a British constitution, guns had called out as thunder, hammering into Pedersen’s Trincomalee, smashing into the bow- some even hit the the fore-mast, nearly bringing the mast down; the crew had braced themselves, crouching low on the deck, leaving but the officers on board standing upon the quarter deck, all hands clutching tightly to whatever they could find, soon the bowsprit smashed into the centre hull of the hostile constitution, splinters flying about as the wood shattered, and the bow soon followed to smash into the wood with a hollow creak as planks bent and broke. The ramming had been efficient, leaving such a gap between the planking of the constitution that it was noticeably taking in water already; muskets fired over the bow, out at the crew of the enemy while others did whatever they could to disengage- finally the ships slipped from each other and “Lady” managed to alter her course towards the west while the men on board cheered with joy and victory, the constitution’s gun deck was visibly flooding with water, the whole process indeed quite rapid as the waterline finally reached the gunports, within moments the ship disappeared into,- Claimed for the ocean by “Draugen”. The previous day had indeed been quite a strain upon the ship, but the men were swift at work, suitable piece of timber had already been located, and iron was melted- They were to reinforce the bow further, to make certain the integrity of the ship could be secured even further should they once again have to ram an enemy. Kommandørkaptajn Pedersen knew very well that such might alter the trim of the ship somewhat, but based on his calculations it’d all boil down to a few centimeters of fore-trimming. All aboard knew today would be a busy day." Well, that’s the little story for today, I hope it was a relatively enjoyable read, oh- And for those of you whom are curious about “draugen” it’s a Scandinavian folklore, especially in the northern parts of Norway; if you’re interested in knowing more about it I suggest reading https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Draugr And then in particular underneath the “recent” section.