The Militia Strikes Back

The following is an excerpt from the personal journal of Chancellor Ryan Blademonk of England.

Chapter 27 Section 17: A Breif Beginning
October. My most uneasy month. For reasons unknown to anyone, Jolly Roger is granted ungodly amounts of power, and energy. For the past 27 years in my career as an EITC Lord, and English Chancellor, I had never felt so uneasy as I did this particular night.

Chapter 27 Section 18: A Plan Compromised
'Twas the night of October 11th, 1745. I was sitting in a wharehouse watching my men train against some practice dummies. I was taking into account their impressive amount of skill and finesse. Truly though, my mind was elsewhere. My dearest wife Hannah was in a lodge we had reserved for our stay. We were set to move out tonight. Most of our stuff along with the supplies of the men we already loaded on to the cargo vessel.

During the past week, I had traveled to this small island on the server of Bequermo to meet with a group of Ex. Rebels looking to do business with the English Empire. We had the meeting and they successfully enstated in to my reserve force as medics. It was at the time thought that we could build a bridge of peace and not hatred towards the pirates in the Caribbean since there were so many of them.

I would soon learn that there are plans..... and then there are plans.

Chapter 27 Section 19: General Mobilization
"Very good men." I found myself speaking to the practicing regiment. "Pack it up and get to the harbor. We ship out in an hour. Be there, or you'll get left behind. Go!" I added in the sense of the moment.

The men scurried out the door, except for one of my most trusted. Lieutenant-General Ishamel Stead.

"You shall accompany me back to the lodging district. Let the men head toward the barracks and pack their things. I'll send for someone to take care of yours as well." I said to the man. Ishamel nodded, and followed without a word.

When we arrived at the lodging district, I stopped in to see another man of prestiege. Sir Charles had accompanied me with his right hand man Jack Scurvybones. They were too packing and were getting ready to move out. I approached my door and was greeted by Lord Nathaniel Crestbreaker.

"Any word on the fleet?" I asked him.

"We are completing our final preparations for your departure sirs." He replied to Charles and I.

"Very good. Carry On. We'll be there shortly" I said.

"Indeed Sir." he replied with a jaunty tone. "See you at departure." He wandered off towards the Harbor District.

Chapter 27 Section 20: Preventitive Measures
As I entered my rented lodge, I was greeted by my wife Hannah. I kissed her on the cheek, and walked through the foyer. I had been telling her about the success of the meeting and she was thrilled. Suddenly, a knock came at the door. We still had 30 minutes until departure so I wondered who it could be.

I opened the door, and saw Ishamel. He stood there with about six men behind him.

"Sir. We've been compromised." he shouted. The men began to stir in murmurs about something I wasn't able make out.

"Calm yourselves!" I shouted over the men. "Tell me what's going on."

"Our scouts report that Jolly Roger is coming to this island. He must have gotten wind of your presence here and he is coming to try and trap us here." The Lieutenant-General was stammering and out of breath at the same time. "If our calculations are correct, they are estimated to land five minutes before we are scheduled to ship out!!"

"Those sneaky boneheads are quite smart sometimes. Perhaps we'll need to push our departure forward." I suggested.

"Not possible sir. We are still repairing the final sails from your little incident earlier in the years in West Africa. We won't be able to ship out until they have it completed." he replied anxiously.

I thought back to The Siege Of West Africa for a moment. The Battle-Royale had taken the Flaming Grape Shot to the sails. Then I refocused my attention to the situation at hand.

"Double the work efforts of the men on board. Get those cannoneers repairing too. Meantime focus your best on the supressing ground effort. We only need to hold the beachhead long enough for the men onboard to get my ship up and running." I said.

"We'll see what we can do, but we only have a small garrison. 60 men.... if that. It will be hard to defend the beaches with such a small force." replied Ishamel.

"Make it work soldier... or you might be looking at the Captain rank again." I said with my final ordinating words. The men went silent. Ishamel just frowned and nodded. Then he motioned the men away, and they went off with him following not too far behind.