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I'm drenched in salt water and sweat, barely able to see as the storm rages on above us. Thunder can be heard as the harsh wind blows wet hair away from my face, and lightning is one of the few sources of light we have. It isn't nighttime yet, far from it really, but the sky is so dark with dark clouds, it might as well be.
"Raise the mainsail!" I hear the pirates order.
"Raise the mainsail! Raise the mainsail!" the sailors repeat, trying to escape
I exchange looks with Lord Peridan and he nods, understanding what must be done. I decided to board this pirate ship with Lord Peridan and some other crewmates while Peter and Edmund fight on the SH. We have been chasing this pirate lot for Aslan knows how long. I lost count after day twelve. I hold my sword tighter as I ready for the next attack, covering his back so that he can prevent the pirates from getting away and taking us with them. Being kidnapped by pirates is not on my bucket list. Nor is it being held for ransom. First I'd jump off-board.
As exciting as this is, I am beginning to yearn for the safety and comforts Cair Paravel has to offer. Being out here has certainly risen my spirits, but it has also given me a few injuries. A scratch on the cheek, a bruise on the forehead, one on the elbow, chapped lips, bruised knuckles, and a bit of a sunburn.
Fighting at sea is far more treacherous than fighting on land. I have virtually no protection, only a leather vest. Although armour offers the greatest amount of protection, it can easily get ruined because of the seawater, and if one were to fall offboard, that layer of protection would become a death sentence. Whenever it's raining, the floors are obviously wet and slippery, thus making fighting on them a dangerous endeavour, right now for example. Falling off-board is a constant concern on the back of my mind. Sure, I can swim, but I'd hate to take a bath in those cold deep dark waters. The weather hasn't been very pleasant either, it has been constantly pouring. For once I'd like to remain dry for a solid twenty-four hours.
I cross blades with the pirate and manage to dispatch him by throwing him off his own ship.
"Imira!" I hear Peter shout my name from the SH.
I make my way to him, to starboard, but I'm intercepted by a few pirates. I manage to kill him as the ship's movement gives me the advantage and makes him lose his balance.
"Surrender in the name of the King!" Lord Peridan orders the pirates once more as he manages to get control of the sails, only to be answered by angry cries.
A few more pirates try to kill me, but I manage to make it alive to where I came from.
On the Splendour Hyaline, I spot two pirate captains, kneeling before King Edmund. We must have won. At least over there.
