Piratas de Corazón
Surprise!
The small ship slowly pulled up against the mightier, grander Spanish Armada. The crew carefully picking their way onto the boat, making sure that there are no survivors. The first footstep was laid down onto the deck. Silently Spain crouched below deck with the other half of his crew, praying that nothing would make them turn back. On deck a rat scurried along over the bodies. Men having to keep their nerve as it jumps across them. More and more of the crew began to step on board glancing around for survivors. The pools of blood echoing their reflections.
At last, their captain stepped aboard to investigate. Britain, the tea sipping bastard in flesh. He stared around surprised by this onslaught, wondering who had done this. After all it had not been him… maybe it was those crafty pirates he had paid off… He approached one of the bodies looking for signs of breathing. Not a sign. Suddenly Romano burst through the doors from the cabin screaming, "You damn idiot! I couldn't pee in the bucket and now I've got the floor wet!"
Spain's heart lurched as he realised the danger Romano was in. Without a moment's thought he rushed up onto the deck. His crew, faithfully following. Into a full blown attack. Everywhere the bodies instantaneously came to life hacking at the nearby English. Antonio headed towards Arthur whilst Arthur sped towards Romano. Romano simply stood there watching, entertained by this sudden outburst of life.
Arthur was now closing in, a Spanish crew member placed himself in front of Britain but he was simply slashed away. Antonio twisted his hand and brought out his reliable cutlass. Swiftly, he sliced it through the air connecting with Arthur's shoulder. At the same time, a searing pain went through Antonio. He felt his waist and saw blood already trickling from the wound.