Chapter 2: Marines at the ready! 10,000 pirates incoming!
Dogscreed sat the note down on the table as he sat in awe. The combined sound of Marines talking filled the cafeteria around him. A million thoughts rushed through his head as to what do. Before he could make a decision a noise could be heard from his suit pocket.
He felt around for his Den-Den Mushi and pulled it out answering it. It resembled him slightly having a goatee, sideburns and short brown hair.
"Dogscreed here"
A loud burst of static shot out causing him to move it away from him a bit. As the sound would jump higher and fall back lower again he tried to make out something.
"Hello? Hello? Anyone there?"
The static continued but he turned off the snail phone. He finished his water and took off to the Commodores room. As he was running there the Den-Den Mushi rang out again.
"Purupurupuru. Purupu-"
"Hello? This is Dogscreed."
Static rang out again and he hung it up.
"Geez still all that static. Can't make a thing out."
He approached the Commodore's room and was met by Titan.
"Sir he is already expecting you go on inside."
Dogscreed nodded as he pushed open the door and closed it behind him. The Commodore turned his chair around laughed a bit to himself. He was an older man in his late 40's. A thick black mustache stretched across his face. He rubbed his hand through his grey-black hair as he looked at report on his desk. He looked up then back down again.
"Forgot your hat again son?"
Dogscreed quickly move his hands across his head and then nodded once.
"The excitement got the best of me sir."
He laughed again slightly.
"So I see. No harm done, it can't be helped. I have already called in reinforcements for the base from Base 15. Hopefully they will make it in time to either cut them off or help fortify us up. 10,000 isn't it? Pirates that is?"
"Yes sir on the way. What are your orders?"
"Well as of this moment I have sent a special recon team to at least slow down their fleet. I am not sure how well they will do or if they even will make a dent in them, but we need time and those men volunteered for it. The report states "twenty ships, five hundred men a ship. Possibly more. Even if we had every single Marine here we would on top out at 3000. Reinforcements on way number out at 1500. We are outnumbered 2 to 1. Dogscreed, what do you suggest?"
Dogscreed sat for a moment before he replied.
"Sir, from the clouds to the north I'd say a storm is making it's way here and it will hit soon. I recommend we have some ships prepared so as soon as the pirates are sighted, they sail out and hit them head on. While we have a few other ships come from both sides side and pepper them with cannon fire. When the fleet releases they are being flanked, we board them and begin to wipe them out. To wipe the fleet out faster, we will have a few men secretly board the ships and light fuses to their powder supplies, blowing a large portion of the ship out of the ship. We will have them cornered and the storm will ensure they cannot escape."
Griffin rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment.
"That doesn't sound bad at all. I will relay the orders in just a moment. In the mean time, I want you to take something to the recon team for me."
Commodore Griffin opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a wooden box with DANGER written atop.
"These are explosives. They are very condensed balls filled to the brim with gunpowder. They come with special hooks that you hook into the target to be blown up. Just simple pull the string and you have one minute until detonation. I want you to deliver these."
"Yes sir I will be sure too. If you don't mind me asking, why me sir?"
"These bombs or "hook bombs" as we call them are very dangerous and very sensitive. The slightest bump will cause them to explode. The recon team will plant these on a few of the ships and blow the bottoms out, causing them to sink. It will slow them down a bit. I do not trust just any Marine on base, no offense to them. But something could happen to them and very dire consequences for us."
"I understand sir. If you will excuse me Ill be on my way."
Dogscreed saluted the Commodore, grabbed the box and took his leave.
Griffin closed his eyes and acknowledged him.
Dogscreed walked outside and Titan handed him his hat. Holding the box in his left hand, he used his right hand to put the hat on.
"Thank you Titan. Pierre must have brought it?"
"That is correct sir. What is that in your hand?"
"Something very important.. Titan, go to the cafeteria and rush the men to finish eating, have them go to the bay and await Griffin's orders.
Titan saluted him and took his leave.
Dogscreed made his way to a small ship at the edge of the base. After a 15 minute walk, he arrived. Seeing a few men loading the boat, he made his way over.
