Taking down the enemy! (Attention Rome's crew!)

[Arthur Kirkland]

"Attention all members of the crew!" Renato barked from his position near the wheel. "If you haven't already been made aware, we're just an hour short of taking down the ship called 'The Regal Pride'." With a fierce smile, Renato surveyed the faces of his crew and felt the fire in him that grew whenever he got a chance to destroy an enemy.

"I want all of you weapon ready in the next twenty and ready to board a hostile ship in thirty." Nodding his head to the stoic blond beside him - and having the man beside him was still such a novelty that Renato had brought out his old red cape and gold chest plate to compliment the mans leathers just like in the good old days - "Aric has the key to the weapons locker for those of you who aren't carrying a weapon on your person. And for anyone who doesn't wish to participate in the battle, please make your way to the mess hall - s'where we'll bring anyone with injuries at the end of the fight. If you aren't going to fight, you're going to lend a hand with healing and food."

Though he'd expect most everyone but the doctor to actually board the other ship. The many re-incarnated ancient empires that he'd managed to somehow collect on his crew he hoped were like him enough that the idea of conquering something, even as small as a merchants ship, would make their blood race with the excitement of their own good old days.

"Gentlemen - and gentle ladies - let's show them why the world fears the crew of La Fortuna."

[egyptiangoddess]

Nafretiri could already feel the blood pumping faster through her veins, fingers curling tight over the hilt of her short sword as she trained her eyes on the horizon. The ship was closing in and she'd left her charts much earlier to grab her weapons, wanting to be one of the first aboard instead of staying behind and picking enemies off with her bow. She'd left her usual weapon behind, choosing a sword that fit nicely in her hand instead, strapping a long knife to her calf, the sheath peaking out from under her tunic and light armor.

What an odd and terrifying bunch they would be, flying across the gaps and attacking the enemy. Ghosts dressed in warrior garbs of the past with weapons to match. If the crew of 'The Regal Pride' didn't lose order from the fear then they would be confused, and either way La Fortuna had the advantage. Pushing her beaded hair behind her ears she quickly ascended the stairs, bare feet patting on the boards, to stand by the wheel with Renato and Aric, eyes still on the horizon.

"It feels just like the old days," she breathed, eyes glinting in a menacing manner, dark from the kohl. The three of them must have looked so odd, Captain, Gunner and Navigator all looking like warriors from the pages of a history book. "But it's so new as well..." The nostalgia of wars past was shaken away as she focused on the ship beneath her feet, toes flexing. "I have a few different courses charted, depending on where you want to go after this, Renato."

[germania]

Aric was almost grinning with anticipation, but to show such obsurdly silly emotions was beyond him. Instead he seemed to radiate a smile, where one was not present on his face. The warmonger was finally getting a fight, and he was more than ready for it. His massive sword was ready to be drawn, and he looked prepared for a fight. This would be a chance to relive the old days, strike fear into the hearts of mortal men, and leave destruction in their wake.

He looked around at the former empires and finally his emotionlessness broke. He grinned, a look that spoke of his desire to get out and fight. He needed this now more than ever, wanting to make a point of proving to Rome he was still useful, still strong. Like an old dog trying to prove it's worth to it's master. He was itching to go.

Ever since he came back to the ship with Rome, he had found himself among the company of others like them. Ancient nations, Empires that had ruled the world in their day. They were an impossibly powerful bunch, each bringing their own set of skills to the table. Their target was going to regret ever taking to the seas.

[Bluh short D:]