The captain stared at the small window of his cabin, twisting in the hands of the silver medallion. Yes... When he first saw her, I immediately realized that she was different. "Nicholas Clark"... he started to forget his name. If not the recent history. They sail for a week around Scotland and Ireland. It somehow pulls it there.
"We always find each other" - he remembered the words of Anna and he smiled. Nicholas suddenly raised his head and frowned. Something wasn't right. The air was tense, literally trembled with an unknown anxiety. The pirate removed the medallion camisole and out of the cabins. The lower deck was empty. Completely. It seems that even the rats ran away. But the top was clearly lively. The shouts and clatter. To the lower deck opened the hatch and Nicholas saw Jack. He was almost euphoric.
- The French! Directly ahead of the ship!
Nicholas grimaced and together with Jack ran out into the Central part of the upper deck. Hence, even without the telescope you could see this Behemoth. But Nicholas too hated them to surrender.
- Raise the flag! - he growled, stepping to the deck of palmusta. From there he looked up. His team knew exactly when what flag to raise. And now the wind has evolved a huge black flag with a fire crow, and the sail was painted entirely in black. For all the railing lit small lights, almost completely illuminating the vehicle's path.
- To destroy him.
- Forward! Closer!
- To take him on Board the ship!
- Stripping Kluki! Forward!
Everywhere were heard cries the pirates rushed to the side, ready to seize new ship. The guns fired another salvo on the French ship. He slowly began to unfold. Nicholas is watching all of this, smiled grimly. The larger the ship, the clumsy. Looking closer, he saw the pipe flag. Emblem of the famous Parisian family. Some of the richest people in Paris. Well. It's a shame that such a beautiful city will lose even more of such wonderful people. "Kalinina", meanwhile, almost went to the other ship and the pirates began to throw grappling hooks to the deck of the French. Nicholas quickly came down and went after his team aboard another ship, on the move, taking out two revolvers. In his grey eyes as always were on fire and rage. The French tried to defend themselves from pirates. The deck was filled with fire, a volley of guns, screams, and even the ringing of steel. But it seems Nicholas this time the battle was not interested. He quickly went to the lower deck. Open the hatch, he immediately fired several times, killing two sailors. At this time on the lower deck nobody was supposed to be. Also, perhaps the passengers and the captain. Nicholas started examining one cabin after another. Each was empty. The last one left. Kick Nicholas knocked the door and walked into a large office. Over the oak table, facing him, sat a man. He sadly smiled and nothing was trying to do. Nicholas was very tense. He walked over to the table and sat on it, watching the evil look of the aristocrat.
- Well. Sailed. - he concluded, twirling a gun in his hand. The Frenchman nodded and said quietly:
- Yes, it seems that my journey ends... the Fiery Raven.
- And where'd they land? – decided to ask Nicolas finally, adding ammo to your weapon. The aristocrat smiled dreamily and raised her eyes.
- New wife – Anna William.