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whatisthatmelody | Pirate AU
They'd been attacked before, the Imperial ship was great in size and well armed. Both with great cannons and trained soldiers with rifles and swords. Attacks had been easy to fell, nothing to be concerned about.
Until it was very well something to be concerned about.
Harold wasn't a soldier, he barely knew how to use a gun, much less any blade. He was a man of ink and paper, his work in maps, not death. So when their ship is attacked then boarded, he hides. Manages to find his way to the captains quarters to the many maps and papers there. Maybe he can escape some how.
One of the row boats?
Shoving everything into a large satchel he heads to the door, meaning to sneak out in the madness, but hears someone trying to get in just as he goes to undo the lock. Guess he's not leaving. Harold works quickly to move whatever he can in front of the door, barricading it. The lock won't last long if the pirates truly want to get in.
Then he huddles in the furthest corner from the door, satchel behind him as he shakily pulls out and aims the pistol he'd snatched up when first entering the room. One shot. If he were lucky he might take down one of the pirate bastards before they got him.
Until it was very well something to be concerned about.
Harold wasn't a soldier, he barely knew how to use a gun, much less any blade. He was a man of ink and paper, his work in maps, not death. So when their ship is attacked then boarded, he hides. Manages to find his way to the captains quarters to the many maps and papers there. Maybe he can escape some how.
One of the row boats?
Shoving everything into a large satchel he heads to the door, meaning to sneak out in the madness, but hears someone trying to get in just as he goes to undo the lock. Guess he's not leaving. Harold works quickly to move whatever he can in front of the door, barricading it. The lock won't last long if the pirates truly want to get in.
Then he huddles in the furthest corner from the door, satchel behind him as he shakily pulls out and aims the pistol he'd snatched up when first entering the room. One shot. If he were lucky he might take down one of the pirate bastards before they got him.