Laureola, being back in the aft, didn’t hear the pirate captain’s demands. What she did hear was the crack of Weiss’s pistol, starting at the sound of it. The only comparable sound she knew of was the firing of an onager, but that was barely comparable.
The shouting of men and clashing of weapons, however, was a familiar sound. Peeking out of the cabin she confirmed that Weiss’s small crew was indeed outnumbered, badly at that. A straight out attack probably wouldn’t win this battle; some kind of distraction would be needed to at least let her link up with the rest of the crew. Looking back at her glowing companion, it was time to see how superstitious simple sailors really were.
Outside, painted in flickering shadows by the hanging lanterns, the Red Wake’s crew was indeed in dire straits despite Weiss’s earlier attempts at some organization. The men form The Looking Glass were taking advantage of their numbers to herd Weiss’s men together for the slaughter. That is until an aft cabin burst open with a crash and a soft streak of light flew out with a weak screech. That’s what the men from the Red Wake saw at least.
The pirates weren’t as lucky, to them the crash and screech was enough to make look aft ward. The bolting bundle of noon glare took to the sky and dived at them, causing a decent number of the more easily frightened pirates to cover their eyes against the comparatively bright eagle in the dim night sky.
The eagle proved distraction enough for Weiss’s men to regroup and start to fight back. For Laureola, it was almost enough to sneak out and rejoin Weiss and his men if not for the two pirates on the way. Two of the pirates that were less dazed by the sight above them, and they attacked with the advantage of numbers, pushing Laureola on the defensive and away from the group.
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