The Liber-bug and the Molly

[Jimothy]

Part 3 - Carl Reed - He who is brave is free

That utter fool. He'€™d have gotten us all killed. The Hunter was 6K away, and we'€™d be dead before he'€™d turned round. I had no choice, I hefted up my chair and swung it round. Tyler was out before he hit the floor. I grabbed the mouthpiece and pleaded for our lives. I yelled out openly that the hunter was to stand down, and to the Molly to spare us. Thank the lord it worked. As the hunter went off cursing, the Molly ship loomed over us, and I cut our engines, awaiting his demands. When he realised I was more reasonable than the last guy on the comms, he seemed calmer, less bloodthirsty, and we started talking. About freedom. The freedom of Dublin, to be specific. I set the engines to a slow chug, and let us drift slowly toward the London gate, hoping he wouldn'€™t notice.
Apparently, telling the Molly that I would change my beliefs to save the lives of our crew, and myself, made me unworthy in some way. He opened fire on out ship again. This time, we had no Bounty Hunter to help. A bulkhead exploded behind me, and I could hear creaks and shakes as the shields weakened. I grabbed the communication mouth piece and pleaded on the open channels for help. No-one responded. As the shields failed and the ship was wracked by huge explosions, I kicked the thruster on, and set the ship toward the Essex. I tried to get the cruise engines online, but the Molly disrupted them. Another explosion shook the Arundell, and I sounded for the crew to abandon ship. I hoisted Tyler onto my shoulders and headed to the escape pods. Another shake, and I was thrown to the floor. This time it wasn'€™t an explosion. The ship'€™s loading arm had collided with the Essex. I jumped back to the controls and steered us safely around, trying to put the Essex between us and the Molly. Despite the Essex unloading everything they had at the stupid pirate, he kept coming, and we were getting seriously beaten. As the molly began to withdraw, I noticed our engines were down, and we were drifting away from the Essex, away from safety. The near-crippled molly came at us one last time, and a massive fireball collided with the front of the Arundell. Shards of broken metal bounced off the nose, and the useless gunboat limped away for good. We were cleared for mooring with the Essex to wait for a tow to a shipyard. I woke the captain and helped him off the ship. Luckily no-one else was harmed.

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I was formerly know as Spiritar.

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