Chapter 290: Even More Pirates
Captain M’Koli smirked down at me as she finished wiping her cock off on my face, smearing around her cum and making me moan as I felt even more like the dirty fucking whore I was... something she told me many times when she was doing her best to breed me down here in the hold.
"Go ahead and get some rest... we’re a few hours out from where we’re meant to be, and everyone’s going to be needed here. More than likely we’re going to find some more pirates, and if we find them before they’ve departed, we can... requisition all of their loot."
With that she left me on the bed, thoroughly fucked and exhausted thanks to back to back marathons with Taji and then her, so after watching the tanned futanari saunter out of my cabin with clear satisfaction I just rolled around until I was comfortable and then passed out.
By the time I woke back up those hours had passed, and a quick splash of water paired with some magic cleaned me up perfectly, though undoubtedly the stench of what had happened lingered even still... not that anyone complained.
The jar with the orange and red tentacle was momentarily forgotten since I wasn’t about to make myself anymore exhausted before a potential fight, so for now I just left it where it was before heading onto the deck, rejoining everyone else and ignoring the look Taji gave me.
Out on the horizon sat a rather tall cluster of stone spires that were adorned with a sparse amount of vegetation, providing a rather incredible view as we gently moved across the water; if there was no talk of pirates or experiences with sea monsters, this would be an absurdly gorgeous view with nothing else to worry about...
Sadly pirates did exist and they apparently occupied that scenic cluster of stone spires, something I was able to see for myself when one of the soldiers handed me a telescope and gestured towards the specific spire that was inhabited.
With the sun’s rays bouncing off of the waves, I needed a few moments to find the half dozen vessels that were docked on the inner curve of that spire, each one crawling with pirates that were moving rather quickly.
Whether that was an urgency brought on by our appearance or one that they had already maintained I had no idea, but I did know that the Captain was swift to have the soldiers propel us forwards as fast as possible with magic and other sailing technique things...
The specifics were lost to me, but what wasn’t was the understanding that there was a battle coming up, one that I would most definitely see through all the way to the end without being incapacitated in some way, or at least directly threatened by the strongest people there.
That was my goal with this battle, so I began to prepare myself as best as I could, ensuring everything was perfect before we began to pull into the rather well maintained port that had been constructed here in the middle of the sea.
A dozen or so buildings alongside three tall towers made up the bulk of this area, constructed rather close together to make everything compact and somewhat seamless whilst also ensuring it was a pain to decipher from the outside.
Pirates crawled across every visible doorway, window or walkway that we could see, and the instant that we got close enough various projectiles began to rain down upon us, coming from everywhere in front of us.
Arrows, bolts and various forms of magic targeted us indiscriminately, arcing through the air and coming quite close to the deck, with a fair amount splashing into the water on their own while the rest were deflected by those same mages that had helped get us so close.
Cannons from the port were far more difficult to nullify compared to magic or arrows, but the same was said for our own cannons, which tore through the docked vessels and knocked down some of the walls that the pirates were hiding behind.
The booming from each cannon shook the deck I was standing on whilst the cannons shooting at us sent whistling projectiles soaring nearby, ensuring that my hearing was thoroughly overwhelmed before anything else was taken account for.
Shouting from both sides, the crashing of the waves against the boat, the thudding of my boots against the planks and my heart against my ribcage all collided together into this chaotic cacophony of battle that I was slowly becoming accustomed to.
A different, more primal kind of heat flooded my veins as my adrenaline spiked, and soon I was somehow able to tune out the noise as I nocked an arrow on my string and searched for the first target, wondering where I was going to begin.
All kinds of people comprised these pirates, from towering Orcs to nimble little Gnomes or dainty Faeries, and they had on all sorts of gear that seemed personalized for each of them; thick leathers, furs, and even some heavy plates were everywhere I looked, all in neutral colors that wouldn’t look out of place at any dock.
The only thing that seemed to mark these people out as comrades was the abundance of gold silver gold button layouts on their gear, the three buttons present and somewhat obvious even from afar given how they gleamed in the sun.
It was something I picked up as I took aim at a tall, horned purple skinned pirate of some kind that was waving around a cutlass shouting something towards her comrades, making the mistake of being rather visible to everyone and earning herself my first arrow.
Then I saw the buttons on the fluffy eared pirate beside her that hurled profanities towards our boat the second that purple pirate dropped, the arrow that punched through her neck showering said fluffy eared pirate with a bit of blood and gore.
Another arrow was drawn from my quiver without any additional thought, the only thing occupying my mind now being the distance, wind and elevation of my target as I took aim again; I wasn’t even really thinking about how natural this was coming to me now, and how a few weeks ago just thinking about doing this would have sent coils of anxiety and revulsion into the pit of my stomach.
Now it was just... normal, and that was somewhat worrying in and of itself, but not something of note as I took another pirate off the census, avenging somebodies grievances and preventing more from being made.