The Hunt for RedBeard

"ATTACK!!!" Captain William Davids yells at the top of his lungs. William Davids, Captain of the 1st Military Fleet is attacking Providence, a town that England has captured from France, so he annex it back for their faithful French Allies.

His fleet, consisting of a War Galleon (His Flag Ship), a Galleon (YES, FOR SOME REASON A GALLEON AND A WAR GALLEON ARE TWO SEPERATE THINGS!) and a Carrack are 600 strong, since they lost several men from the Ship to Fort battle, they were before that, 610 strong. The War Galleon pulls closer to the landing spot.

"Captain Davids, The men have grabbed all the weapons, every musket and sabre that was left on the ship after the fort battle, will you lead the charge on land?" Davids First Mate, Batavus Lambert, a Dutch man, asked.

"Aye, I will, I assume you will remain here to tend the sails?" William said.

"Yes captain, I will. Good luck down there." Batavus said.

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William Davids runs in front of his small army, sprinting to meet the enemy head on, yelling battle cries and cheers for the Revolution along the way. The enemy gets closer. In his mind he always pictures his death, at the hand of a British Governor or a Viceroy, or even maybe a lucky soldier or Captain, or a Pirate or even his greatest fear, a shark. The enemy gets closer as both sides continue to charge at each other. Maybe it would've been better to grab a musket, 'But that's a thought for cowards' Davids thought. 'I am no coward.' Davids continued his thinking. The sides are almost close enough to clash swords, but are still a bit aways from each other, the muskets for both sides begin to discharge as both sides get closer. A Musket ball zips past Davids face, but doesn't cut or wound his skin in any way, he looks back to see one of his troopers fall dead on the ground, he continues the charge, trying to keep up his troops morale, so no one will run for their lives. Another musket ball zips over his head, this time knocking off his Colonels Hat. He slashes the first British Soldier that meets, he continues to charge into the enemy army as his army follows, cutting and slashing, chopping and stabbing. He turns to meet the butt of a musket with his face, he falls to the ground as sounds of fighting surround him. Disoriented, he tries get up only to meet a kick to the jaw, he watches as the British Musketeer loads his musket and aims it, but before he can let off a shot, a sword is plunged through the Musketeers chest, blood runs down his body as he falls to the ground dead. Regaining his vision, he looks at the savior, Batavus.

"BATAVUS? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STAY ON THE SHIP!" Davids says, trying to make his voice heard over the sounds of war.

"SORRY CAPTAIN, BUT IT LOOKED FUN!" Batavus retorts, helping up his captain.

Davids, who avoids a slash on the leg, yells a battle cry and rejoins the battle. Cursing as he takes a stab wound to his shoulder, but shrugging it off and continuing the assault, the enemies numbers looks smaller than before, as does his army, but not that small. He watches as some British Soldiers begin to flee. He cheers on as he continues to attack the ones still fighting, killing another Musketeer and wounding another Soldier, he turns to look at the Captain of the Town Guard, whom brutally beheads a American Revolutionist. Davids charges at him, knocking down American Revolutionists and British Soldiers alike. He brings his sabre down on the Captain, who blocks it without missing a beat. Continuing his assault, he tries to slash at the guys legs, but only to be blocked by the sabre of the enemy captain. 'He is highly skilled indeed...' Davids thought. Pulling out his flintlock, he fires it at the Captain, breaking his guard and making him vulnerable as it hits him. But a flintlock isn't enough to kill a man who is wearing armor, taking the moment of weakness, he slashes at the captains throat, killing him slowly. As he falls to the ground, his remaining soldiers flee into the jungles and forests hoping to escape the slaughter.

"VICTORY!!!" William Davids yells. His army cheers as the last of the defenders either retreat or collapse dead.

"Death toll?" Davids asks Batavus.

"We lost 150 lads, 50 are wounded and the rest are good." Batavus says after 30 minutes of looking around.

"Mannen, terugkeer naar de vloot, de franse vloot op standby zal hier komen binnenkort te dweilen onze rommel en heroveren hun stad." Batavus says in his native language. Most of the crew looks at him funny.

"He said... "Men return to the fleet, the French fleet on stand by will come here soon to mop up our mess and retake their city."" Davids says. The soldiers nod in agreement and then begin to pick up their weapons and return to their respective ships.

"I swear if I didn't learn Dutch I would've punched you in face right there Batavus. Most of lads aren't from Holland you should learn this.." Davids said. His First Mate nods and walks towards the Flag Ship.

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As the salty sea breeze blows through the sails, Captain William Davids smiles, he has recovered his hat, albeit with a hole in it, he has minimal losses from the last battle and his entire crew is singing his favorite shanty.

"Early in the morning, Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises early in the morning! What do you do-" Tuning out at this point, he looks up to see something out of the ordinary.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter to the point where he has to shield his eyes.

"Put him in the bed with the captains daughter, Early in the morn....ing" The crew slows down as they too notice the skys getting brighter.

"BATAAAAVUS! WHATS GOING ON UP THERE!?" William yells at the mast.

"WE DONT KNOW, BUT SHIT IS IT BRIGHT!" Batavus yells. Davids looks back his following ships, only to see that the crew on there are looking as confused as Davids is.

All of a sudden, there is a big flash of light, and then there is nothing but screams.

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Admiral Ripple, a pale purple mare with a Normal styled blue mane and a ship as a cutie mark, watches the three ships that appeared out of nowhere. Calmly, she orders the fleet that she is in command of (which consists of 15 different types of ships, including a Liner as the flag ship.) to ambush the strange striped flag bearing ships.

"Admiral Ripple. we have spotted their lookout, It seems as if we have been spotted as well, and....and the lookout isn't a pony.." Chief Petty Officer Split Second said.

The Admiral frowned at this.

"What do you mean?"

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"SHIP OFF THE PORT BOW!" Batavus yells.

With this said, the now not traumatized crew runs towards port to see what the colors were. At first it was one ship, then three, then nine, then fifth-teen. The crew had their jaws wide open. Even one crewmember said "Shit.". They all turned to Captain William Davids, knowing he wouldn't win this battle, he gave the order.

"STRIKE THE COLORS!" He orders. Within seconds, his entire fleet has raised the White Flag, that means rather than surrender, Lets talk.

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"Ma'am, they have stricken their colors, what shall we do?" Split Second reports.

"Prepare to board...I wanna meet....whoever is controlling that ape." Admiral Ripple says.