King of the Caribbean - Pirates at Sunset (unfinished)

>Day 124 at sea
>While you had always loved life on the water, you had to admit that life in the Navy is, well
>Shit
>It didn't help that you and about half your classmates had been forced to enlist, too
>You continue to scrub at the ship's side rail, making sure you get underneath this time
>Else you'd be flogged again

"No, wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"
>You look up from your cleaning, turning towards the source of the commotion
>It's that Norman kid, being hauled over to the main mast by the quartermaster
>They hold him against it, and tear the back of his shirt open as the captain brings out the Cat O' Nine tails
>He must have fucked up bad
>You turn back to your scrubbing, drowning out Norman's wails by whistling your favourite sea shanty
>Eventually, after many hours of back breaking labour, the right side rain is shined to perfection
>You stand back to admire your handiwork
>Surely, this is the most beautiful part of the shi~

"Ship spotted off the starboard bow, two points!"

"Colours?"

"She's not flyin' any!"
>Your knowledge of nautical terms is a little rusty, but you do remember that starboard = right
>You scan along your side of the ship, and sure enough, you spot a sloop, with no flag raised

"Captain, orders!"
>The captain lowers his telescope, and turns to face the crew

"Prepare the cannon's, a~"
>A loud shot is heard, and the captain's body falls to the ground, a bullet wound in his head dripping blood onto the deck
>The quartermaster steps forward, and begins barking orders

"Standard battle procedure! Bring out the muskets, prepare the cannons. Go!"
>The deck erupts into a cacophony of shouting as the ship prepares for battles
>Before long, the pirates have pulled up alongside, and you can hear them shouting across at the crew above deck
>You've been placed in charge of one of the cannons, second from the bow
>On your left is Sunset Shimmer, who is visibly trying to focus on the ensuing battle
>And to your right is some guy you don't know

>You look over your shoulder at the Master Gunner, who is standing halfway on the steps to the upper deck

"Steady, men..."
>The pirate sloop draws further along your own ship, and now you can see the pirates, who are manning their own cannons

"Hold..."
>Some of the pirates are waving their cutlasses
>Menacingly
>You steal a glance over at Sunset, who has dropped the tough girl act and looks like she's about to cry

"FIRE!"
>The Master Gunner's shout echoes throughout the hull, and you light the fuse
>You stick your fingers in your ears as the sound of cannons firing fills the hull
>The pirates do the same, and in no time the side of the ship has been ripped open
>You scramble to your feet, preparing to load another cannonball, when an explosion blasts you backwards and into a pile of destroyed crates, hitting your head on a beam
>Over the sound of cannon fire and muskets above deck, you can hear the sound of your fellow crewmen
>Most, if not all, are screaming in pain, nursing a bullet wound or, in one case, a missing leg
>You see the quartermaster rush down the stairs, carrying a handful of cutlasses and pistols

"Everyone, the pirates have boarded the ship! Take a sword and defend this vessel with your life."
>He tosses one to you, and it clatters to the ground next to you as you pick yourself up
>You pick it up, and climb the stairs out onto the upper deck
>It's a complete mess; splintered wood, dead pirates and dead navy men litter the ground
>This is not what you signed up for
>Oh wait
>You didn't sign up at all
>A pirate rushes at you, his sword raised above his head
>This is what you've been training for these past 4 months
>The pirate brings his cutlass down for your arm, and you bring yours up to meet it
>He was clearly not expecting you to retaliate, and his arm bounces away
>You take your chance and trip him up, sending the pirate falling to the ground
>He tries to get back up, but you jam your cutlass through his chest, and he moves no more