As the sloop got next to the cruise ship. Lance connected his ship to the cruise ship. Putting a hook on the oar holder to the chain of the cruise ship's anchor. The rope attached to the hook is small enough to keep the boat close to the chain. After testing that the rope wouldn't just fall off. Lance turned to Mary, who was stitching her outfit together. "Do you still blame me for that?"
Mary looked up at him as she attempted to stitch the two sides of her torn top together. "Yes. You tore it open with your teeth. And left me with exactly zero shirts to wear." Her eyes narrowed as they became daggers right at Lance's soul.
Feeling a chill run through his body. Lance grabbed the anchor chain and began to climb. "Well, it's a good thing we're on this fancy cruise! We can get you a whole new wardrobe!" Mary just stared at him as she continued to stitch her shirt. Lance let out a sigh as he continued climbing. "Just join me when you're ready." Using the chain attached to the anchor, Lance climbed to get onto the larger ship. Peeking his head over the deck, he saw some sailors messing with a barrel.
"Come on, Todd. Just pop the top. Let's see what's in there!"
"Don't be so impatient, Harry! You have to treat a barrel like a woman! Ease the top off with finesse~" Lance watched as the skinny man tried to wriggle the top lid off that barrel. But it was clear that it wasn't going to come off without a crowbar. The sailor was too wimpy to take it off himself. Now seemed to be the perfect time for Lance to pop out and begin his raid! But just then there was a call from the mast high above.
"Ship off the starboard stern! It's flying a Jolly Roger!" Someone shouted down at the two men who were trying to open the barrel, prompting them to look up. "It's a pirate ship! Enemy Raid!" Dropping the barrel, the two ran below deck. "Enemy raid!"
Lance climbed to the edge of the ship, where he stood holding onto the railing. "Just my luck!" Lance said excitedly. "Two ship raids for the price of one." Lance hopped up to jump over the railing and stand on the ship proper. During the first volley, three cannonballs flew through the air towards the cruise ship. Landing all around the ship. The cruise liner shifts in the water, pushing Lance back on the edge of the deck. His chest landed where his feet were just a second ago. And his arm wrapped around the railing. "Shit! Firing cannonballs is totally cheating!"
Looking over at the ship, he saw a second round of cannonballs being fired. Bracing himself on the railing, he looked over the ship, firing on the target he had picked out. The enemy ship was a pink monstrosity. The figurehead was a duck with hearts for eyes. Each of the sails had pink hearts plastered on them. At the top of the mast, there was a black flag that he couldn't clearly identify. But it seemed to be some kind of skull and bones.
The second volley shot landed on both sides of the cruise liner. And the last blew off the dolphin figurehead. Shaking the boat more. Lance kicked his legs a bit, trying to get ahold of anything. Feeling that there was nothing for his feet to grab onto. Lance engaged all fifteen points of his power, holding onto the ship. Attempting to pull himself up and over the railing. His arms were so strong that he began to pull up the railing. Making it threaten to come off completely. If Lance didn't get up soon, he would plummet back down to his sloop.
Lance grabbed the deck with his other hand. Pulling himself up in one swift motion. Draining his stamina bar to under half as he lifted his body quickly. As he launched himself into the air, the section of railing he was pulling on finally broke off just as Lance launched himself up into the air. Throwing himself up onto the deck. Patting his clothes down to get any dust off his lovely silk shirt. "Jeez. Alright. Time to make my pirate debut."
As he got to his feet and looked out at the pirate ship again. The ship had sailed much closer. Close enough to throw ropes that hook onto the rails of the cruise ship. And for burly pirates to run across and start piling up on the deck. Lance stood and watched as all the men moved onto the ship. He stood with his hands in his pockets while observing the group. According to his head count, there were a little under 20 guys here.
"Lookie here. We got a lone hero! Just stay there, Dress Shirt. And we'll be back to collect your pocket change." The group laughed as they moved to walk below deck.
"Shame on you all~" Lance said as he took a clear step towards the pirates. "You didn't even bring twenty men to face me! I know I'm new on this sea. But that feels like an insult!" He moved one of his hands to the handle of one of his axes. The group of pirates merely stared at him. All of them were dumbfounded that someone would stand against all of them like he was. They all began to draw their weapons. Another pirate flew over the others.
"YeeeeaaaAAAAH!" The frumpy teenager landed on his face between the two groups. He had pink hair and wore green-framed glasses. He was clearly not the pirate type. Though neither was Lance. This kid, however, seemed more suited to being a fisherman. Lance extended his leg and forced the young man's face to look up at him.
"Ah! You're the twentieth man! Though he's a bit frailer than you lot… Tell you what! You give me head and I'll spare your life!"
"W-what?" The kid looked back up at Lance in absolute horror.
"Ah, never mind. You're a bit too frumpy for my liking." Lance removed his foot from the boy's chin. Lance brought his other leg in a whip-like motion to kick the side of the pink-haired boy's head. Sending him flying into the barrel those sailors were investigating. Propelling him and the barrel down below deck. Leaving Lance with a smirk on his face as he withdrew the other axe from his belt. Holding the twin blades against the large group of men. "Hear me. I'm a new pirate in these waters. You can either join me as my slaves. Or I'll cut you down right here. And leave you to rot on this barge." Lance lowered his body so that he was in the fighting stance he learned in Mari Geois.
The group of pirates laughed at him. The biggest and bulkiest of them stepped forward. "You idiot! We're the loyal crew of Lady Alvida the Fair! She'll crush you with both her strength and her fabulous looks!" Drawing his cutlass, the muscular pirate charged forward. "Get him, men! For Lady Alvida!"
"For Lady Alvida!" The rest of the pirates drew their weapons and charged behind the large pirate. Who was face-to-face with Lance. Bringing his sword up into the air. Slashing down towards Lance. Planning on chopping him from one end to the other. Lance brought up the axe in his right hand. Lance blocked the cutlass with the fine steel axe. While blocking the blade, Lance swung his other arm up into the pirate's belly. This left a slash through the pirate's gut, which bled openly onto the deck. His insides slowly threatened to fall out of his stomach from the slash mark. The pirate clutched his stomach with his arm. Trying to hold everything in. But as he did so, he lowered his body slightly. Hunched over. Lance switched the grip on his axe as he looked up at the six-and-a-half-foot-tall man.
"Nighty night, big boy." Lance slammed the pommel of his axe into the side of the pirate's head. Knocking him over and letting his guts start to spill onto the deck. Looking back at the group of pirates, Lance pointed his axe at the group of pirates before performing a cool little flip, ensuring that the bladed edge was directed towards them. "My name is Lance Duval. You will all fall victim to my axe. And thank you for telling me about your lady, Alvida~. After I finish chopping you into mincemeat, I'll take your fair lady as mine. Now who wants to go next?" Lance resumed his hunched stance. Holding his axes with a firm but somehow loose grip. He was prepared to rip and tear through them all.