A couple guards yank the captain from the cell.
"Your crew are bigger pains than we gave them credit for..."
He smirks.
30 guards...following behind the captain...exit the guard house and head to the docks.
Archer sees the guards return..with the captain in tow.
"Herald..they have the captain!"
All the crew hands arm themselves and stand ready to fight.
The captain of the guards stands by the boat.
"RELEASE THE SLAVES....AND WE SHALL RETURN YOUR CAPTAIN!"
Brentus and Herald look at their captain.
His face shows nothing.
"Get the slaves...we'll make the trade..."
The slaves are brought on deck and begun to exit the ship.
The captain sees this and runs to the ship.
" IT'S A TRAP...GET BACK!"
a single shot echoes from some nearby houses and slices into the merchants shoulder.
He falls to the ground.
"Brentus, take 6 others and hit the ground units!
Marcellus, get the captain up here!
Archer, take out those riflemen!"
"SIR!"
Chaos ensues and arrows and bullets fly.
Merchants fight vigorously to protect what is theirs.
As the captain is hoisted onto the deck, the call is made to escape.
The guard captain calls for a death toll.
17 riflemen dead....
20 guards lie dead by where the boat used to dock....
The guard captain stares at the fleeing boat.
"You fools....you have just signed your death warrants..."
On the Flying Rascal...
The captain awakens to see his crew surrounding them.
"How bad are we off?"
They help him stand.
"We lost no-one..they lost plenty...
We probably are in for a good fight soon enough."
"ok..steer for a nearby port to hide out....
My 7 sub-captains will meet me in quarters to discuss out next move."
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