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The Legend of The Lust And The Undead

Date: 7/5/2016, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Banes1, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

view. One cannon after another opened fire from the starboard side of the Lust. The cannon sound was deafening, the deck trembled under the crew’s feet. The following volley ripped through the middle deck, sending cannon and sailors into the sea. The Man-Of-War returned fire; cannon shot tore through the main sail and fore sail. The two shots exploded on deck and tossed crew and decking into the air. The crew were neither injured, dying nor dead. Seward did not understand, he wanted to say something to Isabell but was too scared. The Lust sent a volley of shot, striking the main mast on the Man-Of-War. The mast splintered and after a brief moment, came crashing down onto the quarterdeck. The ship slowed enough for the Lust to broadside the Man-Of-War. A few of the undead had grappling hooks that were tied to ropes and in turn, anchored to the deck. “Get ready, Mr. Vayne,” Isabell said as the grappling hooks landed on the railing of the ship. “Now, Mateys," yelled Myrna. The undead swung over and Seward followed Isabell. The Man-of-War crew hesitated, awe struck by their beauty and this gave the angels an advantage they had expected. Hitting the deck, Isabell swung her cutlass, at the sailor who stood in front of her. With that one swing, the sailor's head had been separated from his body. His head hit the deck with a thud and rolled several feet, leaving a trail of blood. The headless body with blood gushing out from where the head use to be, dropped to the deck. Isabell ... disappeared into the fight, Seward took a step and slipped on the blood slick deck. He landed on his back and before he could get up, the point of a cutlass rested on his neck. Seward managed to quickly take the battle axe from his belt and swung with all his might. The sailor let out a blood curdling scream as he dropped his cutlass, stepped back and dropped to his knees. Seward looked up and saw that his axe was logged in the sailor's chest. Seward rose to his feet, went to the sailor and wrenched the axe from his chest. "Behind ye, Seward!" yelled Isabell, but it was too late. Seward looked down and saw the end of a cutlass protruding from his chest. The owner of the cutlass pulled it from Seward's chest. Seward spun around and brought his cutlass down on the sailor's right arm. The sound of breaking bone with blood spewing forth sent Seward into a fighting rage. Seward sliced open the sailor's abdomen, blood and guts spilled onto the blood covered deck. As Seward joined Isabell and the other undead in the blood bath, the sailor dropped dead. Two hours later, the battle was over. The only survivor of the British ship was its captain. Isabell and Etta had the captain bound with his hands behind his back. They pushed him down onto his knees as the undead gathered around, waiting for Captain Myrna. “Ye know yer fate capt’n, so tell me whar that pirate ally of yers be.” “I tell you captain, I have no idea who you are talking about." "One last time cap'n, tell me whar Kynaston ...