On the high seas south of Pelagir:

From overboard > The long sleek ship of the south glides through the water like the head of a spear, its black sails strain against the coastal winds as it straightens its course to an apparent intercept.

Imrahil arrives from the Stern.
Imrahil has arrived.

From belowdecks > An angry shout is heard, along with the rattling of chains. The words are in a thick Haradaic, but an educated guess would indicate that they were comments upon the parentage of certain members of the crew.

From overboard > On The Torath, Khazamr stands near the reel and prepares himself mentally.

Helorondur sits on a bale of unused rope, honing the notched blade of his trusty longsword with care. He rises at Imrahil's approach, to bow to the Prince and Sir Ithilir. "My Lords."

Ithilir sees the Prince arrive, and bows deeply.

Imrahil nods briefly and says, "What news my noble lords?"

From the crowsnest, "We've got a corsair running to intercept!"

Ithilir says, "It would seem that our prey has returned, My Lord Prince."

Imrahil takes his fist and pounds his sword hilt, "Nay! They shall not intercept us!" He turns to Ithilir, "Prepare the Men. We shall storm their ship and though we may find a watery grave the bones of Alcarondas shall not be disinterred!"

From overboard > From the Gondorian vessel a first mate calls out a course change as the gondorians turn to take the enemies attack head on. The ram at the front cutting the water quickly even with the lesser sail strength. The oars are extended and a quick tempo is rapidly started and the vessel seems to leap through the water at the Corsair, the sounds of metal against metal coming from it's decks.

Helorondur Rises from his knee at Imrahil's words. He nods briefly to the Prince, and asks the Knight Captain "Shall I call our men immediately, your grace? The moment draws near."

Ithilir nods, and with another bow, runs belowdecks, shouting as he goes. A few moments later, several Men at Arms of Dol Amroth arrive, their blue tabards, and shining round helms already in place. Directly thereafter, the Knights arrive, their swords keen, their armor bright, but not so bright as the glint in their eyes, as they sense that today, they shall be able to strike another blow against the Corsairs.

Imrahil looks out at the ship and pulls his black gloves tighter onto his hands, a determined look in his eye as grey as the sea's waves.

Ithilir comes from below last, his eys dark as he searches the sea for sign of their adversary. He stops to chastise a half armored Man at Arms, and then takes his place beside the Prince. "My Lord, the men are ready, and await your command."

The sun burns off of the wings of seabirds, wheeling overhead. As the two ships close, a cloud of the birds gathers...

From overboard > As the black sailed ship nears, its oars hasten to draw the distance quicker just as a blast of projectiles erupts from the ships main deck.

Ithilir reaches to his left side, and smoothly draws forth Durlach.

Helorondur greets the assembling Men at Arms, "Fare thee well, comrades; this day will temper our already-forged spirits!! " He takes his rightful place in attendance on the Lord of Linhir.

Helorondur draws Anlach from its scabbard

From overboard > The projectiles fall short on the first shot, as the vessels close though archers can be seen on the Gondorians masts. Bows have been drawn.

Ithilir nods to Helorondur, and says, "Now brave Helorondur, we shall see if our training has paid us well. Are you ready?" He searches Helorondur's eyes carefully.

From overboard > The many covered archers nest along the deck an the small nest half way up the mast errupt in a hale of fire as the burning arrows soar into the Gondorian vessel.

Helorondur returns his Lord's gaze with solemn demeanor. "Aye, my Liege, and I trust our mettle with serve us well."
 

Ithilir nods, and says, "Well said, and let us waste no more on words, for by our deeds, will we be known."

Imrahil raises his sword as the ships near ready to grapple. The prince crouches low to avoid the darts.

Ithilir shouts orders to his Men at Arms to quench the fires with the gathered bags of sand. Quickly the small fires are contained, and little damage is done.

From overboard > The two vessels near quickly and the archers fire but a token volley before ropes can be seen rising from both vessels, hooks attached as the boarding parties begin lining the sides.

From overboard > On The Torath, Khazamr aims carefully with his ballista. Despites his good attempt, his shot goes a bit low and bangs to the other ship very low.

Imrahil raises his sword, "Now my friends! Unto and over! Gondor!"

Ithilir shouts "GONDOR!"

From overboard > As the ships close the oars are pulled back, the two crews cry out to each other and the ships come togethor with a great crack.

Helorondur ducks a bit as the Corsair darts head towards the Alcarondas. His eyes remain above the rail, searching the enemy vessel for likely opponents. As the volume of flying missiles recedes, he rises to full height, lifting his blade high at the Prince's exhortation. "The Swan and the Tree!!!!!"
The cry is taken up, and as if with one voice, the Men at Arms, and Knights of Dol Amroth shout, "Gondor!"
The Men of Gondor begin to swarm unto the Corsair vessal, swords gleaming for the waiting carnage!
From overboard > The men of Harad swarm to the deck, throwing their own hooks across, several of them begin to try and board the larger vessel, as others hack at the boarding men of Dol Amroth.

Helorondur mounts the narrow gangplank and disembarks.
Helorondur has left.
From overboard > Helorondur clamors down the narrow gangplank from The Alcarondas.
From overboard > Helorondur has arrived.

From overboard > Helorondur has left.
From overboard > Helorondur walks up the gangplank and boards The Torath.

Barrel_of_Wine mounts the narrow gangplank and disembarks.
Barrel_of_Wine has left.
From overboard > Barrel_of_Wine clamors down the narrow gangplank from The Alcarondas.
From overboard > Barrel_of_Wine has arrived.
You mount the narrow gangplank and make your way off the ship.

The Torath
On Board:
Barrel_of_Wine
Helorondur
Venor
Khazamr
Magius
Abenar
Obvious exits:
GangPlank leads to Bay of Belfalas.
Down leads to Lower Deck.

> Ithilir clamors down the narrow gangplank from The Alcarondas.
> Ithilir has arrived.

Ithilir walks onto the main deck.
Khazamr is nearest to the Gondos as his position was in the port. He backs off a few steps as he is quite outnumbered.

Khazamr draws his scimitar. It flashes evilly in the light as he draws himself to a combat position. Deep in his eyes you can see him already regretting all his deeds he is about to do with it.

Magius curses again and draws his sword as he almost dives in the furry of battle onboard his ship.

> Imrahil clamors down the narrow gangplank from The Alcarondas.
> Imrahil has arrived.
Imrahil walks onto the main deck.

Venor reaches down for his fallen staff near the bow and then completely hits the deck as two arrows go over his head. He immediatly jumps back to his feet and and watches again as the Gondorians board the ship near the port.

> Serin clamors down the narrow gangplank from The Alcarondas.
> Serin has arrived.

Helorondur leaps over the railing of the Corsair's vessel with surprising agility, considering the encumbrance of armor and gear he wears. Immediately, two swarthy brigands accost him, challenging his arrival with naked steel.

The Prince leads his men, his sword brandished in front of him!

Abenar draws his borrowed scimitar, urging his fellow corsairs into the fray, while remaining ing the background himself.

Ithilir swings at a nearby Corsair, and draws a large gash across his chest, before the man topples into the water. He then strides forward, seeking any corsair who is near at hand.

Magius's dark steel digs into the back side of a lighter skinned man, as his blood spills onto the deck. With a strong kick, he frees his curved blade from the man, and continues battling another.

Serin walks onto the main deck.

Khazamr grins evilly and shouts curses on Gondorians and prepares himself for a combat. He waits, but is ready to spring forward at any second.

Venor holds his staff out in front of him and starts to make his way towards the port side of the ship. He adjusts the brace of knives that he holds strapped to his chest and then quickly dodges an attacking Gondorian who quickly involves himself with another corsair.

A snarling Corsair archer lets fly with an arrow from his short desert bow, the arrow streaking towards the man in the winged helm. Sadly, the arrow slams into a diving sea-bird instead of the intended target.

Gondorian sailors, and surprisingly, heavily armed Knights with the sigil of Dol Amroth, move across the vessel in a massive surge as the battle moves to the Corsair's ship.

Venor calls out for a few of the Corsairs to join him as he strides up towards the Port side of the ship.

Ithilir watches in surprise as a passing bird falls at his feet, pierced with a Corsair arrow. He pauses but a moment, before charging into a cluster of poorly armored Corsairs.

Magius pushes a man off of him with his blade, blocking the jab, his fist streakes out and caps the man squarely on his open visored head. Before he hits the deck, the cold steel of Umbar pierces his stomach.

Khazamr slashes a Gondorian sailor. He was a young boy like Khaz himself, and his young blood spills out from his body like a blossoming flower. As parts of his head fall on the deck, the Gondorians wish he was already dead, for Khazamr's black blade swung indeed accurately.

A long line of Corsairs push against the boarding parties, stabbing towards the knights especially.... not with swords or daggers, but with poles and sticks! The Umbarians slash at the hands and fingers of the heavily armored knights, seeking to drive them below.

Abenar follows the group of corsairs moving to the port, but doesn't seem anxious to join the fray.

Helorondur fells one opponent with a roundhouse, two-handed horizontal chop. The man goes down in agony, clutching his belly with a howl. Loro nearly loses his footing on the unfamiliar pitch of the smaller vessel, but adjusts his stance in time to ward an underhand slice to the rib cage.

Among the sailors of the Alcarondas enters Serin. A tall man with a sheathed sword and a piercing smile.

Venor starts to quicken his pace and then redirects his charge leading the small group of corsairs behind him towards an embattled group of Gondorians. He leads the charge into the cluster swinging his staff over his head so that it comes to land on the Gondorians helm.

Khazamr is nearly lost among the Gondos but he keeps backing off before the invasion. With broad swings, he manages to keep the Gondorian first line from cleaving him.

Helorondur fights his tactics thwarted by the poles of the Corsairs! He struggles to win ground on the deck, so as not to be thrown overboard, to sink like a shiny stone in his bright armor.

Abenar notices the tall man he fought with yesterday on the deck, and begins cursing loudly.
Ill-tempered Corsairs produce lanterns from belowdecks, which they hurl both upon the knights and their ropes, as well as over the edge of the enemy vessel's rail, where minor fires start.

Serin pulls a large silven blade from his sheath. The sword rings out in the stillness of the air as it sparkles in the light. Serin holds it high aloft with both hands and wields it in cold defiance.

Imrahil fights in the ranks, his eyes terrible to behold. With a fell swoop he lops the hands of a corsair off! The blood pours on the deck.

Ithilir hears a familiar curse, and turning slightly, sees the swarthy Corsair who narrowly escaped him the last time they met. He smiles, and with a slight salute of his longsword, moves towards him slowly. "Hail Abenar, I see that you kept that pretty head of yours safe, as I commanded. Come, let us see what color your blood is?"

Helorondur finds himself suddenly confronted with the blades of the enemy. He lowers his visor, and prepares to battle in earnest.

With a throaty battle cry, a pair of Corsairs rush the wordy Gondorian knight with a cargo net, seeking to entrap him for Abenar's blade.

Venor ducks under another blow and swings his staff down and across his body taking the enemy's legs out from underneath him. After repiviting he swings his staff back so that clips another Gondorians head. He gains a moment respite and scans the crowded deck. His eyes fall upon the Knights of Dol- Amroth and his face cracks in a smile that is quickly interupted by another Gondorian swinging his blade towards his neck. Again he ducks and this time brings his staff straight up so that it strikes the Gondorian sailor in the privates.

Khazamr's eyes lock onto Serin as he pushes himself lower and lower. Then, with a sudden cry, he takes a few quick paces towards Serin and lets his blade cleave the man's throat! Long after the attack, you can hear "Perkele!" echoing from the walls of the ships.

Ithilir turns just as the two Corsairs attempt to toss a net over him, and with a mighty howl, rushes at them, taking off one man's arm, and then turning, and impaling the other on his longsword. He pauses to cast aside the net, and then turns, seeking out the familiar face of the Corsair Abenar.

The Prince is in the thick of the throng with his honour guard about him. None can defy him, such is his nature in war.

The Corsairs rally around Venor, trying to make their way to their Captain. Venor starts to weave his way through the chaos that on the deck towards the embattled knights.

Standing strong and terrible before the fighting hordes, strides Serin. He shoves and fights his way through the crowd, stopping as he notices a Haradrim starting to charge him. He cautiously puts out his sword in defense, awaiting the strike.

A look of despair quickly passes over Abenar's face as he faces the Gondorian again, but he sets his blade before him, emits a bloodcurling cry, and leaps forward to swing a two-handed blow at Ithilir's right side.

Magius disappears from the mass of brawling men, and leaps up the stairs to the bow deck. With a quick movement, he notches another ballista, and swings it around on its mount to bear on the knights still onboard the Alcarondas, attempting to get past the defending Corsairs. With a loud click, and the sound of rushing air, the tipped spear flies into the huddled men, pinning one to the deck.

Imrahil sets his sword to the hilts as his fighting draws near to Venor.

Magius quickly ducks and steps to the side, as an arrow hits the ballista and digs into the wooden mount. Without a second, though, the Corsair Captain bounds down the stairs as several more Gondorians arrows pierce the deck of where he had been standing.

Helorondur kicks a grimy, ill-clad Umbarian sailor in the knees, bringing his hands to the deck. Soon, Loro's blade descends, placing the dead sailor's head neatly beside his body. Turning suddenly at the wizzing sound from above, he shouts "WARE THE Great Bolts FROM ABOVE!"

From the rigging and the arms of the masts, Haradaic sailors drop heavy balls of lead down onto the heads of unfortunate Gondorians. Seabirds, meanwhile, continue to gather in a great cloud above the battling ships, cawing passionately.

Imrahil comes before Venor and then in the throng bears his sword down upon him. The sharp gleam of Umbardacil swings coldly.

Ithilir parries Abenar's swing, but can not return the favour quickly, as another Corsair come between them, pursued by a Dol Amroth Man at Arms. Ithilir trips the fleeing man, and then as the Gondorian passes, he moves forward again, pursuing Abenar to the far side of the Deck. He scowls at Abenar, and says, "Stand still and take it like the man you pretend, or I will not kill you quickly!" He feints briefly at the Corsairs unprotected stomach, and then comes back swiftly with a backhanded slash to the Abenar's face.

Magius's feet hit the main deck in a jostled run, he sees the proud gondorian cleave the head cleanly off of one of his sailors, and immediately charges the man, his shield acting as a battering ram.

Venor ducks quickly underneath the blow of Imrahil and swings his staff backwards and up, aiming at his sword arm. His feet repivot as he thrusts foward in order to hold his balance, almost giving up on the attack before he can see the Prince's reaction.

One Corsair rises up with a harpoon and spears through the joints of a Knight's armor, pushing him back over the edge of the ship and to a watery grave below. As the Corsair stands there laughing, another slaps him on the back of his head. " Idiot!" he mutters. " How do we loot the body now?"

Magius's shield slams into Helorondur as the man stumbles over a fallen Gondorian.. He looses his balance and falls down almost beside Helorondur.

Helorondur's eyes never leave the Captain of the Corsairs. Winning a clear space in front of him, Loro raises his blade in rigid, upright guard postion, his training coming automatically now. His feet stand firm, braced for the inevitable collision.

Abenar nearly falls for the tall man's fake, but manages to jerk his head to the side just enough to avoid being cut. "Spare me any of your favors, pretty man. If the Eye will it so, you'll not kill me at all."

What darkness is this? The sword of Imrahil falls loose and the Prince is unarmed! Imrahil quickly takes his shield and tries to bear down upon Venor!

Ithilir laughs grimly, and says, "Your Eye will not protect you fool, today you die!" He grabs his sword with both hands, and swings it from left to right, attempting to knock aside the smaller man's scimitar, and open his chest.

Magius quickly tries to regain his stance, as his large form comes to stand on his two feet, he faces Helorondur. His grim eyes meet, as he begins to slowly circle around in an arch. With a quick step forward, he swings high to the mans throat.

A nimble-fingered Corsair nabs the fallen sword, but is pushed away in the rush of battle before he can take advantage of the beautiful blade to swipe at the backs of Prince Imrahil's legs. He does, however, find a good use for it elsewhere.

One of the honour guard of Imrahil hacks off the head of the nimble-fingered Corsair and even as his blood pours on the deck the sword is retrieved.

Venor is cought off guard by the Princes shield and it slams into his right shoulder jarring the staff from his hands. He stumbles back a few paces and then trips over a fallen Corsair. As his body crashes to the floor of the ship, a curse escapes from his mouth and he scrambles to not be trampled. He finally comes back to his feet a few feet away and wips his hands out to either side and a dagger apears in both hands.

Helorondur Struggles to rise to his feet, bringing his blade afore him. He is is not discomfited by the unorthodox assault of the Captain's charge; his eyes gleam in righteous fury. He suddenly siedstep, hoping that Magius' strike will fall in empty space.

A large ball of lead falls onto the head of the unfortunate honor guard, killing him. The sword lies once more upon the deck.

A gondorian bowman falls from the mast, pierced by a black arrow. You feel slight pity as you hear a crunch.

Abenar dives for the deck, just under the Gondo's blade. He rolls along his right shoulder and comes back to his feet, trying to work his way around Ithilir's left side.

Venor crouches down into a fighting stance and waits for Imrahil to come at him.

Khazamr's attack comes, the schimitar swinging viciously at Serin's throat. Seeing his death in the Haradrim's eyes, Serin desperately reels his greatsword in an upward strike. The momentum sending him stumbling back a few feet, just missing the blade's edge.

Imrahil smiles at Venor slowly and is silent.

Magius's swing archs deeply towards the defending Gondorian's throat.

Ithilir is caught surprised by Abenar's deft move, and turns quickly to place the man firmly before himself. He places a hand momentarily on the railing, and then still keeping Abenar before him, moves slowly away from the railing. "Well done Abenar, I knew not that performing animals were now be enlisted in the Navy of Harad? Let us see how well you can dodge this one?" He charges the smaller man, his sword held firmly before him, and with a slight flicker of it's point, attempts to transfix Abenar's throat.

Helorondur parries the cruel scimitar smarlty and crisply, his own assault curves toward's the corsair's throat.

Imrahil suddenly charges at Venor, his shield out before him in an attempt to knock the corsair to the earth.

One of the knights of Dol Amroth comes in on Venor's right and he begins his swing, but Venor interupts him suddenly by kicking out with his right leg. The soft boot of Venor's right foot connects with the nose guard of the Knights helm and the knight stumbles backwards in dismay, his blade falling from his hand.

The fires aboard the Gondorian ship are quickly put out, but not so the fires along the grappling ropes, which burn through one by one... those few not on fire are hacked at by Corsairs, seeking to separate the two vessels.

Shouting: "I will lay my vengeance upon thee!", after dodging slightly Serin's Greatsword, Khazamr leaps again as to slice Serin's throat. However, he is now more cunning; he suddenly stops the blade and moves it a great deal downwards to get to hit into an uncovered place. The false attack doesn't succeed very well, though.

Venor turns quickly and notices Imrahil charging at him. He suddenly falls to his back and brings his legs up trying to catch the Prince in the stomach and heaving him over his head.

Imrahil pauses before Venor and looks at him curiously.

Abenar waits till the last second, then jumps to his left, making a downward slash on Ithilir's right arm. "There are some advantages to not wearing a lobster suit, pretty man."

As the last ropes fall away, the ocean's currents and the force of wind begin to draw the ships apart. Sailors on the Torath cheer, knowing that now they have force of numbers behind them... though many of the cheering men are cut down by arrows from the deadly longbows aboard the Alcarondas.

Magius parries the weak swing easily, he deflects it off to the side, leaving the mans underside exposed. With his blade to the side, Magius arches his elbow and slams Helorondur in the chest plate with his shield clad hand.

In the fury of his anger, Serin immediately start's to turn back into a counter attack. Pulling himself up on his right leg, Serin leaps foward slashing down in a diagnol slice toward Khazamr's chest. As the first strike makes impact, he turns about swinging around with a backhand shot as he continues to cut in a wide arc..

Venor layes with his back to the floor boards of the ship and his legs sticking up above him. He spreads his legs out wide and looks at the Prince who stands before him with a curious look in his eyes. A smile comes to his lips before he rolls to his right, trying to roll away from the prince.

Just as the Squire's blade seems to connect with the Corsair's exposed flesh, the warrior from Dol Amroth feels it parried. A loud but dull "thud" sounds across the deck, followed by several more as Loro half-climbs, half-falls down the steep stairway belowdecks!

A clang is heard, as Abenar's cut catches on Ithilir's gauntlet. Ithilir nearly drops the weapon, but fortunately, he switches it to his left hand. He shakes his right hand a few times, smiling ruefully, and backing up a pace, says, "Well done, you might make a soldier yet, Abenar, that little slap stung somewhat. But you will have to do better than that if you would survive this day." This said, he charges heavily at Abenar, trying trap him against the wall of the Foredeck behind him. He parries one of Abenar's attacks, and then with a quick low lunge, thrusts hard at his lower abdomen.

Imrahil says quietly to Venor as a knight hands him his sword, "Ready to continue?"

Magius quickly pursues his prey down below, his blade help ready, his shield against his chest for protection.

Magius has left.

Khazamr's eyes burn with furious anger as Serin avoids his attack. He dodges the heavy sword slightly to the left and avoids the first attack. Then the blade comes again from the right. Khazamr tries to parry the strike with his scimitar and stumbles backwards. And then gods smile on Serin; Khazamr stumbles on a rope and falls backwards on his butt.

Venor comes to his feet and looks around him, amazed that the other knights do not come at him. He shrugs and says, "If your man their will pick up the staff at his feet and give it to me."

Imrahil waves to his retainer and presents Venor with his staff.

Venor accepts the staff and bows before he swings out suddenly and clubs the retainer with a sweeping blow that strikes him on the right side of his head. The retainer looks at the Prince in dismay before his eyes roll to the top of his head and he collapses. Venor chuckles softly as he looks across the fallen body and he says, "Now I am ready."

Imrahil grits his teeth and lunges his sword forward at Venor with the cry, "Amroth! Amroth for Gondor!"

Seeing the Khazamr fall backward, Serin pulls his sword against his chest; quickly readying for an attack. In a moment, the blade flashes into motion. His sword begins a horizontal swipe as it suddenly is jerked down towards the Haradrim's chest.

Venor backs up a few steps and then swings his staff out with one hand propping the rear end of it on his side for leverage. The staff whistles in the air as it moves up to meet the swinging blade of the prince. Venor's other hand reaches for one of the two knifes that he has sheathed at his chest.

The currents increase the distance between the ships to beyond what even an unencumbered man could jump. Only the slack sails prevent the ships from being carried out of arrow range; the wind has slowed, and the sails were short to prevent fire arrows from destroying them in the battle.

Imrahil's blade is parried. Imrahil pushes his shielf forward to ward off Venor.

Khazamr's agility doesn't fail him. He rolls to the right faster than Serin could have believed. He nearly gets away, but the sword is simply too long; it produces a cut to his hip. Crying wildly, Khazamr rolls on for 1/4 round, revealing his right hand. There, in the middle of his roll, he slashes a terrible blow at Serin's sword arm.

Khazamr stands up in the end of his attack.

Abenar attempts to dodge out of the way, but is only partly succesful, taking the Gondo's blade along his right side. Abenar attempts to stiffle a cry of pain as the wound begins bleeding. "Curse you, whorespawn Gondo!" he shouts out as he makes a desperate hack on Ithilir's swordarm.

Venor is able to unsheath on his knifes, but then he is pushed back by the prince's shield. A grunt escapes from his lips as the shield connects and his dagger slides in behind the shield and gets cought on one the straps. Venor holds on to the blade for a moment and his eyes flash in fear as he realizes his prediciment. He looks at the Princes face and then at his knife that cought in the strap and he immediatly lets go and stumbles back a few more feet.

Ithilir pulls his left arm back quickly, twisting to the side slightly as he does so. He smiles as he sees the bright blood spill over the Corsair's Tunic, and with a wild gleam to his eye, brings his sword around, again in a two handed swing, at Abenar's head.

Imrahil's men gather about him and their war chants carry over the ship. Long and loud they cry, but they seem to be crying only for Venor's swift death.

Abenar ducks under the Gondo's swing while attempting to staunch the wound at his side with his left hand, and makes a makes a weak chop with his scimitar on Ithilir's leading foot.

Venor starts to cry out to his Corsair allies as he continues to step back towards the bow and he starts to look around in dismay for no more Corsairs remain around him, for most have moved to other parts of the ship. He continues to step backwards until his back hits the wall of the Captain cabin. There he stops and the fear in his eyes increase, until a smile comes to his lips and he shouts out. "I would come no closer!!!."

Venor's smile increases and he starts to laugh.

Ithilir steps back clumsily, and smiles for a moment, weaving his long sword in a swift pattern before Abenar's face. "Does it pain you much, Abenar? Do things begin to seem darker? That is the night, which will soon embrace you!" He suddenly thrusts hard at Abenar's face, the point of his sword flying like a spear at the Corsair's left eye.

Imrahil sighs and leaves Venor to his own devices, "He must be mad."

Venor cries out to the Prince as he steps away from the wall of the Captain's cabin, "Have you seen how your ship fairs. Unless you want to become a resident of Umbar, you might want to start swimming."

Abenar jerks his head to the side, just enough to avoid being speared, but the Gondo's thrust still mangles his right ear. With blood pouring down the side of his face, Abenar manages to spit back. If I die, I die with a blade in my hand, beneath the blue sky and above the salt sea. It is a good death." With that, Abenar makes his own chop at Ithilir's head, but his scimitar is slowing considerably.

Sailors from the Alcarondas, spurred on by their risen captain cry out and new lines are thrown to pull the ships togethor and rescue their comrades.

Ithilir parries Abenar's scimitar lazily, but with some evidence of pain in his right hand, as the two swords ring out. He pauses a moment, then with renewed vigor, begins to slash at the Corsair, forcing him to exert himself more to keep the deadly steel from reaching a vital spot.

A few corsairs rally to Venor's cry for help and then he lets out a bellow of insane rage as he charges forward towards the Knights with his corsair allies trailing behind him. Venor charges directly at Imrahil with his staff out in front of him like a mounted spear.

Little could Serin do to avoid the attack from Khazamr. He only manages to turn to his side as the spinning blade of the Haradrim strikes at his right arm, its blade cutting a gash in the leather armor near the shoulder. Wincing in sudden pain, Serin seethes in rage. Watching the Haradrim gain his feet, he lurches forward smoting at him with a strong left stroke to the rib. The five-foot blade flashes to life for a second, as it sings through the air crashing in wicked malice towards its target. Only two words escaping Serin's lips in that brief moment, "Know pain."

Several of the hooks catch and the better archers work to keep the lines safe as cries can be heard from the ships as they are tried to be pulled togethor.

Imrahil raises his sword and cries, "Back to the ship countrymen! Back to the ship!"

Corsairs move to defend their rails from the flying hooks of the Alcarondas' crew, but the vicious longbows cut them down and drive them to the relative cover of the melee. The Haradrim archers answer as best they can, but with shorter bows and less accuracy, they have little effect upon the sharpshooters.

Venor continues to rush at Imrahil with his staff out before him.

Abenar is now totally defensive, desperately trying to fend off the Gondo's attacks, he receives a few slight wounds despite his efforts, and is now bleeding from several places.

Ithilir weaves a steel and blood web before Abenar, moving quickly, but sure once more. He presses his advantage, forcing Abenar to exert every energy to keep that deadly point from reaching him. He sees an opening, and with a quick slash, cuts at the Corsair's side again.

Khazamr smiles proudly as he feels Serin's flesh being cut and his blood spilling all over the floor. Soo the smile dies, though, as Serin swings strongly from Khazamr's left. An easy situation, no problem... Just one step back and that's it... But his brains malfunction and he only turns around to his right. Too late he understands his doing, and Serin's Greatsword manages to cut his arm deeply. Khazamr cries in peril and is stunned.

The Torath's crew snarl anew as the Gondorian warship is pulled close. A renewed push is made to drive the enemy into the sea, and off her decks! From the hatches, the young slaves who run errands for the crew appear with vicious curved daggers, creeping low amidst the legs of the combatants to slash at tendons and hamstrings of the light-skinned.

The ships suddenly strike each other as the Alcarondas' crew manages to bring them back togethor. A corridor across the ships open for the fighters in the middle.

Ithilir hears the Prince's call to Retreat, and with renewed effort, attempts to finish off Abenar. He is silent now, sparing no energy for taunts. He lashes at the Corsair's sword arm, with a heavy slash.

Abenar is unable to block Ithilir's last strike, and takes another wound to his left side. The scimitar falls from his hands, and he slowly sinks to his knees.
Barrel_of_Wine rocks on the decks as the ships bang together.

Venor gets nocked off of his feet and slams into the Barrel of Wine. His unsheathed blade slams into the barrel and pokes a hole in it. Immediatly wine starts to poor out onto the deck.

Abenar looks up at the tall Gondo, a look of pained resignation in his face. ""

Ithilir prepares for a last cut, but with a strange smile on his lips, salutes the fallen man, and says, "Well, I have not the time to finish this, but if you have any senses left, remember this, Ithilir, Lord of Linhir, and Knight Captain of Dol Amroth spared you this day, but your life is mine, and I shall return again to take it yet!" With that, he turns, and cuts his way to the gangplank, and jumps across to the Alcarondas.

A cry of horror goes up from the crew! "The wine, the wine!"

Khazamr seems to recover. Spitting blood, he groans and starts another attack. This time he jumps here and there, making himself difficult to hit, but you notice his eyes closing every now and then, indicating pain.
 

Venor curses and pulls his dagger out of the barrel and swings at a passing Gondorian as he makes his way to the plank.