An Unexpected Chase
Murtogg lazily stretched out on some old dirty sacks and swatted a fly off his nose. However since his hand had previously been resting on the sack it resulted in him sitting up and sneezing violently. After that life threatening situation, he lay back down determined to get a good nap. After all, it was his break and he would spend it how he always did.
Singapore was such an old and shabby town. Not at all like Port Royal. They had come here because it was said to be the Pirate Lord Sao Feng's port and the royal navy lead by the East India Trading Company were expected to round up many pirates and pirates' associates. It had been amazing how many people had left when they saw the royal sail coming in. They still rounded up many pirates but now their findings were getting thin.
Just as he got comfortable he heard something: first shouts then gunfire. It was coming up the street. He sat up in time to see a man running by with at least a dozen soldiers giving chase. He blinked a couple of times to rid his eyes of the sleepiness that must have been clouding them and making him see something wrong. For a second he thought he knew the man being chased, but that couldn't be. Once more he stared at the fleeing man. It was undeniable that he recognized him. It was the blacksmith from Port Royal. Although he was a little confused he knew he should get up and help pursue him. So he did. He wasn't the only one joining the chase. At least twenty were after Turner now. They chased him into a narrow alley. If they all stopped and fired it would be undoubtedly that their target would fall, but there was no leader and they were unorganized. They were also caught up in the thrill of giving chase.
Then they had him trapped. At the other end of the ally where it opened up onto the street half a dozen soldiers appeared. Turner stopped but didn't stay still for long. No doors lined the alley but the sides were low. He leapt onto a high stack of crates and vigorously jumped and caught the eves then acrobatically swung himself onto the roof and was gone, just managing to avoid a dozen bullets that had whizzed into and passed the place he had just been occupying. Several soldiers scrambled onto the crates and tried to follow but failed miserably.
Vaguely Murtogg contemplated why Turner was in Singapore but not for long. He was quite grumpy about his nap being interrupted and they had such short breaks. It wouldn't be worth his time to try to start another nap. Grumbling he began to head toward the place where he had to report.