Westerosi Lord

The port side ship was sinking in flames, but most of the pirates had carried the ramp before hand. They were slowly being pushed back and killed as sailors arrived from the stern side of the fight, but the leader and a tight knot of pirates were holding strong. The thirty pirates smashed into Victor's line, and a dozen men were killed in the first few moments of the fight. The remaining men soon entered a confused and hectic fight, as the sailor's line buckled and collapsed. As Victor and two sailors stood back to back, fighting on all sides, things seemed grim. That's when the reinforcements arrived. With Jonathan's heroics, sailors streamed in, and soon relieved Victor and the last sailor to survive. Using numbers, the sailors over whelmed the rest of the pirates, until only the leader and his most able men were left. Jonathan had killed the last of the pirates on their ship with his men, and they stored silently towards the pirate leader. "Fight me in single combat, and die fucker! I'll smash your ******* skull in for the warrior, and then piss in your skull!" The pirate leader roared. Jonathan raised his hand, smiling. "There will be no such thing" He lowered his hand, and the sailors left alive on the mast let loose a volley, killing the leader and the last of the pirates. The day was won, but at horrible cost. As sailors scurried to and fro to kill the wounded pirates and aid their wounded comrades, Jonathan let loos a whoop of triumph, before sitting down hard, wounded and completely exhausted.

Seeing the man shot by an arrow, the leader dismissed him as a target and strode into the midst of the sailors. He was killing sailors with each swing of his mighty warhammer, and the sailors pouring in from the stern line did little to help, besides hold back the pirates rallying around their leader. It would take a hero or a well placed shot for any chance of victory.

((Don't be afraid to die!)) The pirates took up a war chant, their leader had taken the field. As Rossen, Victor, and Wilson led the sailors on the port side in a counter attack, the pirates and their leader met them blade to blade. The leader was an ox of a man, standing at 6'' and hefting a massive warhammer. His first swing pummeled two sailors to the side, and the return stroked killed another one. As his men swarmed around him and into the fight, he roared his challenge and charged straight for Wilson, bringing his war hammer to bear. Jonathan Flowers killed his tenth pirate that day, chopping him neatly in half. Jonathan, Rickard, and the sailors on the stern side had fought the pirates back almost to the boarding planks, but they were holding hard. As the last of the pirates poured in, Jonathan saw his chance to break them on this side. Shouting an incoherent battle cry, he charged with the sailors straight at the pirates swarming over the boarding planks. Shield at the fore, Jonathan bashed into their line, and swung his longsword in short and brutal arcs. As the sailors took up the fight around him, Jonathan leapt onto the boarding ramps. "Archers, cover me!" With that Jonathan and the surviving sailors poured over the boarding ramps, and onto the pirate ship. Only a few sailors had managed to carry the ramp with Jonathan, and they soon found themselves surrounded and in a thick fight. Back to back with Rickard, Jonathan smiles. "Looks we really will need to get each others backs, stay alive." Jonathan and the dozen men left to him were holding the pirates back long enough for the sailors on the stern side to go help fight off the pirates leader, and to secure the stern line again.

Before Noach could go below deck, he finds himself blocked by Jonathan Flowers. "Everyone fights, or everyone dies. Take this, and climb the mast." A sailor hands Jonathan a cross bow, and Jonathan promptly shoves it and a quiver into Noach's hands. Jonathan then joined the line of sailors, mouthing a silent prayer to the drowned god. Hearing the offer to strike up a tune, he says. "Yes play us a song, but when the pirates near join the line." Taking a swig of Rickard's wine, Jonathan grinned wolfishly. "Aye let us get each other's back, this will be a tough fight." The chase continued for three more hours, the pirates steadily gaining on the Pink maiden. At the end of the day, the two ships entered range. A volley from both ships thudded home, sailors and pirates alike dying. The pirates clearly wished to board the sip, and closed the gap. The two pirate ships boarded from west and east, and soon they were storming over boarding ramps and seining in on ropes. The embattled sailors quickly retaliated, and soon a fighting scrum took place all over the Pink Maiden's deck. Nearly two hundred pirates took on the crew of three hundred sailors, all evenly armed. Plunging his long sword into the first pirate to gain the deck, Jonathan bashes his shield into the second, throwing the pirate over board. "TO ME, TO ME!" As sailors and Rickard rallied to Jonathan, they began to push the pirates to the edge of the deck, before another storming party came aboard. The fighting became brutal.

That's actually a really good idea! People may now make applications for characters that will meet us in Astapor!

((You have an immunity to the poison? That's a bit far fetched, I'm putting an end to that.)) As Ramyr leads the men to his wine casket, Ser Torrhen and a compliment of sailors would see two dots on the horizon. As everyone else bickered and argued, those few would shout out in alarm. Cursing, Jonathan shouts. "Ramyr we'll deal with this later. Everyone, get your armor on and weapons out! From what I can tell they're pirates and thankfully not Ironborn reavers, but it'll still be a close call. Anyone with a bow climb the mast, and get ready to shoot the pirates. Everyone else line up with the sailors, we all fight." Jonathan runs below deck, as everyone scrambles about to their stations. He locks the door behind him, and straps on his plate armor. Coming back above deck, he's satisfied with the sailors response. Archers were all up the mast and in elevated positions, while sailors were lined all along the ship. Typically armed with maces, boat hooks, hatchets, and daggers, the sailors were an experienced crew. It was obvious the pirates would catch up to the burdened pink maiden, and it was only a matter of time until boarding action took place. Jonathan unsheathed his sword and stood silent by the wheel, grimly staring at the nearing pirate ships.

Jonathan raised his hand for silence, before unsheathing his sword. Pointing it at Ramyr he says; "You will tell the sailors where all your wine is, and they shall go get it. From there, you will sample each one, to prove it's not poisoned and prove your innocence." The sailors who were outraged at their captains death inched closer, fingering their weapons. They clearly wished for blood, and only Jonathan held them back from attacking Ramyr.

Jonathan looks to all the confused and concerned men, before turning to Rickard. "I found him dead on the floor, with spilt wine and vomit everywhere. He seemed fine if a bit drunk, but now he's dead. I talked to the sailors, and the last man to speak to the captain was Ramyr. Find him, and bring him to me. We'll get to the bottom of this right now. The captain's son has informed me he will aid me in any actions, we have the sip on our side." Two sailors emerge from the captain's cabin, carrying the dead man between them. Wine, vomit and blood stain his tunic. "He has been poisoned, and I have a damned good idea who's behind this."

Accepted. Alright no more exceptions.

I'll make an exception, just make your application. You'll just have to make a catch up post.

Jonathan opens the captains door, and the sight of the dead captain laying on the floor greeted him. Cursing silently, Jonathan goes up to the captain, and checks for sign of life. Finding none, he notices the vomit all over the captain, and the spilled wine. Rising, Jonathan emerges from the captains cabin and shouts. "The captain is dead, sailors, round up my men and bring them above deck. We're getting to the bottom of this." Sailors would comb through the decks, telling the men under Jonathan to go above deck. As the men slowly emerge and file in front of Jonathan, the Pink Maiden continued her voyage. The sailors were scared, being so close to the step stones. With the Redwyne navy on the other side of Westeros, and the iron fleet infesting this area, an attack was probable.

Nodding to the man leaving, and quickly biting down on one of the dragons, the captain raised his glass and downed it in one go. Before Ramyr could leave fully, the captain says, "You poured yourself a drink but yet you do not drink? Sit down, have a drink of your own wine!" Jonathan opens the captains door, to come face to face with Ramyr. "Ramyr, a pleasure. Hail captain. Come Ramyr, it's time you all know the plan. Drink later with the captain later." As the captain groaned and sat up, to begin starting the long process of debarking from harbor, the band of adventurers gathered around Jonathan. The Pink Maiden left shortly after, catching a favorable wind. As they entered the sea, Jonathan gazed at all the men and women under his command. "We will maker port as Astapor, this much you know. From there, agents under our benefactors pay will give us all the food, horses, and supplies we will need. From there, we must travel the lands of Astapor, to the Lhazaereen. We will receive Valyrian steel forged chains, that will be able to withstand a dragon's bite or flame. From there we will head back down, to Meereen. How we will exactly get the dragons will be worked at later. Now get to know each other, rest, eat, or drink. Do whatever you want for now, it will be a long voyage." (specify what the poison will do please)

In the nick of time, accepted

The captain snorts and looks at Ramyr. "I am no stupid man, whelp. You lure me with the promises of gold and power, if I am to sign this contract giving you power over my ship. Next thing I know I will find myself at the bottom of the sea, with your smug ass sitting in my own chair. Here's what will happen now, you will give me a hundred golden dragons, or I will go right now and tell Jonathan of what you plan to do." The captain leans back, grinning. -- Jonathan emerges from the deck, and looks at everyone. Sheathing his sword, and slinging his shield over his back, Jonathan shouts. "Everyone get above deck, we're leaving port. Once we reach the sea the full extent of my plan shall be revealed!" Jonathan strides off to the captains cabin, to see what the hold up was.

The captain looks closeley at the man, judging him. After waiting long enough to make the silence uncomfortable, he says. "You better chose your next words wisely, Jonathan would pay good gold if I was to root out a man who plotted against him. However money certainly intrigues me, but not power in a land like Westeros." The captain takes a sip of wine "Speak"