RP- Port Battle for the Strait

[Meliva]

As the battle rages on, 30 more ships begin coming in from the other side of the strait, the Psaral fleet quickly panicks, and doubles its efforts on Jack's line, deciding to try to ram all of their ships through, while blasting the entire way, in a desperate attempt to make it through. Doing so causes immense damage to their's and Jack's fleet, while the Thorokas and Caspian fleet blast them from behind.

[Jack Teach]

Jack's fleet fires accurately, not a man among them is panicking as the guns bang and go flying backwards, throwing a heavy lead ball towards its target. The enemy ship that rams into the line does not succeed, but is instead raked twice and is dismasted. Jack's ships continue firing, cutting away topmast, spars, rigging, and killing men with giant flying splinters.

[Meliva]

The Caspian and Thorokas fleet hold fire and stay back, not wishing to hit Jack's ships in the cross fire, or getting hit by mistake. The Psaral fleet, continues firing what they can back to Jack's fleet. Many of their men, being in range, begin lobbing grenades, firing muskets and boarding the ships they failed to ram through, managing to overpower one of them and seizing control, while on another many men are engaged in a heated battle. The ship the other group managed to seize, is quickly loading its guns to fire upon Jack's other ships. These men, are desperate, and are fighting tooth and nail.

[Jack Teach]

The ship isn't held for long, a couple men from another ship comes over to help the old owners, and the ship is quickly siezed back, all other boarding actions are crushed with some effort, cutlasses swing, pistols crack, and blood is spilled. The men on Jack's ships fire muskets and swivel gun, sweeping the deck with smallarms fire. The enemy ships are battered both sides from cannonfire, many surrender, many explode.

[Meliva]

Seeing that their defeat is inevitable, and deciding not to want to surrender, the remaining officers of each ship, get's it as close to the enemy as possible before detonating the powder rooms, killing all on their ships and severely damaging the others. When the smoke clears, the enemy fleet is nothing but driftwood, the forces from the other ports took mild to moderate damage, while Jack's took quite a heavy amount. Brian breathes a sigh of relief at the end of this pitched battle. Glad he survived another one. His brig on the other hand took some nasty damage, though he calls to Jack

Well that went better then I thought. Still, took a beating.

[Jack Teach]

The priest comes up on deck, wearing his bloodstained apron, an astonished look on his face as he looks on the burning wreckage.

Good Lord...

[Meliva]

A captain nearby on one of the Thorokas ships shouts rather loudly in a gleeful voice.

Hey, wanna know something that is honestly very ironic but funny. To us anyway.

All of the Thorokas ships, as well as the Caspian, fire a large volley at all of Jack's fleets-using primarily canister, grape and carcass shot, killing quite a lot of men, before the captain shouts again

That we are backstabbing you pirates and plundering YOUR ships for once. Now, here's what's going to happen. You lot can take 3 of your remaining ships and go home, while we take the rest of your fleet for ourselves. If not, well we outnumber you over 2 to 1, your all beat to hell, and we took hardly any damage. So we will end up killing you all, and taking all your ships. Choice is yours mate.

The fleet is prepared to launch another volley, as the fleets surround Jack's prepared to launch a volley at any signs of movement.

[Jack Teach]

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[Meliva]

Your getting back stabbed Jack, by the Admiral of Thorokas. I had this planned for a while honestly- I even foreshadowed it. Remember how when Jack thanked the admiral in Thorokas and how he responded.
He smiled and laughed before saying
"Don't thank me yet. Bad luck in my opinion. Never know what may happen.

[Jack Teach]

Thats not forshadowing. That hinted absolutely nothing to me. EDIT: but I have a way of solving it

A giant hand comes out of the sky and slaps the enemy ships, a voice is heard, a british accent;

'Ey you, F*ck off!