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The game was played on the 26th July using the Sharp Practice rules. I
played the role of the Putpari Bandits and Umpire, while Dave played the English.</div>
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Dave
did a great job of holding off the bandits, although the English did
suffer quite a few casualties. The funniest moment was when Mr. Lovejoy
sped off with his daughter to the safety of the farm, but realised they
did not have any soldiers with them and had to leave again.</div>
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In
an attempt to lessen the lengthy writeup that usually accompanies an
Indostan game, I have replaced the text with a lengthy string of images
instead, "comic-book" style.I have had some comments that the stories
were too long, so I'd love to hear what people's opinions are about the
change of format. Hope you enjoy it!<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Previous scenario <a href="http://indostanthejewelinthecrown.blogspot.com.au/2013/09/keen-agaist-pyratehold.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span> </div>
Furthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14674100385672908858noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936974293700309868.post-85411280447629225492014-07-24T05:19:00.002-07:002014-07-26T05:56:28.713-07:00INTERLUDE: Madapras and the State of Indostan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Taken from the memoirs of “With Keen in Indostan” by Major Archibald Keen.<span style="color: #f1c232;"></span></span>
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...And so it was, after the last of the pyrate stragglers had been rounded up, and the pitiful shanty town, that was Ghoneriah, had been put to the torch, the fleet returned to Bumbay, her holds full of vile prisoners and reclaimed loot. On our return we were welcomed as heroes, and a great fanfare greeted us at the Bumbay docks, with all the Company’s people there to see us. For the next few weeks, the fleet relished in her success, alas, with the pyrate threat eradicated in Indostan, thoughts soon turned to returning her, with haste, to England. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The burning of Ghoneriah</td></tr>
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Admiral Makepeace and I had talked at length about my transferral to the Company’s infantry regiment in Madapras, and he had prepared letters of introduction and recommendation for me; for these papers were worth more than word of mouth alone. Soldiers temporarily posted to Bumbay, along even, with a small group of Bumbay marines, were to be reassigned to Madapras; leaving by ship within the week. It gave me great pleasure to learn that Sergeant Maddox had decided to transfer to the infantry himself; declining to comment on his reasons; I pondered his decision may have been influenced by our strengthening companionship. <br />
Bidding farewell to my good friend, Henry Makepeace, and thanking him profusely for all he had done for me, I set about arranging my affairs for my transferral to Madapras. Makepeace had left me a parting gift to remember him by, a copy of his book “A Treatise on Naval Military Tactics and the Modern Commander”; both signed and sub noted; a token I cherish still to this day. When the small Company barque finally left Bumbay, I was grateful to leave behind the likes of Wigglesworth and Maggott, both men of deplorable character and worth, saddened alike, to farewell young Midshipman Jonathon Hunt and the dependable Seaman Sprays. Perhaps our paths would cross again.<br />
Upon our arrival in Madapras we saw, to our satisfaction, that the British flag was waving over the low line of earthworks, which constitute Fort St. Finnigan. Not far from this, near the water's edge, stood the white houses and stores of the Company's factors; and behind these, again, were the low hovels of the native town. Both Maddox and I waited our turn to land; and, taking our seat in a native boat, paddled by twelve canoe men, we started for the shore through the treacherous surf.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Madapras</td></tr>
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For a while we stood on the shore, watching other boats, with the soldiers and baggage, coming shore; and then, being accosted by an orderly of the Company, followed him to the fortress. Here I was told that a room would be given to me, in one of the houses erected by the Company for the use of its officers; that Sgt. Maddox would be quartered in the barracks; and that, at nine o'clock in the morning, we would report for duty.<br />
We amused ourselves by sauntering about in the native town, known as Black Town, greatly surprised by the sights and scenes which met our eyes; for in those days very little was known of Indostan, in England. I was, however, greatly disappointed. Visions of oriental splendor, of palaces and temples, of superbly dressed chiefs with bands of gorgeous retainers, had floated before my mind's eye. Instead of this I saw squalid huts; men dressed merely with a rag of cotton around them, everywhere signs of squalor and poverty.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Native Town</td></tr>
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Madapras, however, I was told that evening by a Lieutenant Walsh in the officer’s mess, was not to be taken as a sample of Indostan. It was a mere collection of huts, which had sprung up round the English factories. When I would go to a real Indostani city, I would see a very different state of things. Walsh was happy to relay his opinion, on what awaited my time here, in Madapras. The Company's service was not a popular one. There was little proper fighting in Indostan, and neither honour, glory, nor promotion to be won. The climate was unsuited to Europeans, and few, indeed, of those who sailed from England as soldiers in the Company's service ever returned. The Company, then, were driven to all sorts of straits to keep up even the small force which they then maintained in Indostan, and their recruiting agents were, by no means, particular as to the means they employed to make up the tale of recruits.<br />
I must have looked quite surprised at the news, for Walsh continued, "Don't you know what has been going on in this place Keen?"<br />
"No, sir; I'm ashamed to say that I know little at all about Indostan, except that the Company have trading stations at Bumbay, here in Madapras, and Chandrapur." <br />
"Then I will tell you about it," Walsh said, "with cigars on the verandah. It is as well that you should understand the position of affairs, in the place where you are serving. You must know, of course, that the Company holds this town of Madapras, and a few square miles of land around it, as tenants of the Nawab of Pecan, which is the name of this part of Indostan. The French have a station at Popacherry, eighty-six miles to the southwest of Madapras; this is a larger and more important town; and of course the greatest rivalry prevails between the English and French.<br />
"The French are much more powerful than ourselves, and exercise a predominating influence throughout the Pecan. The French governor, Monsieur Complex, is a man of very great ability, and farseeing views. He has a considerable force of French soldiers at his command, and by the aid which he has given to the Nawab, upon various occasions, he has obtained a predominating influence in his councils. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monsieur Complex and the Nawab</td></tr>
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“You see, five years ago the French took Madapras from us with little resistance. Alas the Nawab Aloud-Din awoke quickly to the fact of the danger of allowing the French to become all-powerful, by the destruction of the English, and ordered Complex to restore the place. Complex refused the request, and so the Nawab sent his son to invest Madapras, a great and colorful host at his heel, only for the French garrison to sally out and totally defeat it. It was the first time that European and Indostani soldiers came into contest, and it shows how immense is our superiority. What the French did then opens all sorts of possibilities for the future; and it may be that either we or the French are destined to rise, from mere trading companies, to be rulers of Indostani states.</div>
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"A great British fleet and an army soon arrived from England; and in turn besieged Popacherry; but the French resisted bravely, and after two months we were forced to retire, having lost many in attacks or by fever. Eventually peace was made between England and France, and by its terms Complex was forced to restore Madapras to the English. It must have wrung Complex's heart to give up the place over which they expended so much pains, and after all it didn't do away with the fighting, for it has been going on ever since; the English and French engaging as auxiliaries to rival native princes.<br />
"Madapras isn't much of a place, now; but you should have seen it before the French had it. Our chiefs think of nothing but trade, and care nothing how squalid and miserable is the place in which they make money. The French have larger ideas. They transformed this place; cleared away that portion of the native town which surrounded the factory and fort, made wide roads, formed an esplanade, improved and strengthened the fortifications, forbade the natives to throw all their rubbish and offal on the beach; and made, in fact, a decent place of it. We hardly knew it when we came back, and whatever the Company may have thought, we were thoroughly grateful for the French occupation.<br />
“And so this is where we find ourselves at present, little people living here on sufferance, among a lot of princes and powers who are enemies and rivals of each other. It may be said that, for every petty kingdom in Indostan, there are at least two pretenders, very often half a dozen. So far we have not meddled much in their quarrels, but the French have been much more active that way. They always side with one or other of these pretenders, and when they get the man they support into power, of course he repays them for their assistance. In this manner they have virtually made themselves masters of the entire Septic, outside the walls of Fort Saint Daffyd and this place. <br />
“Well, our people thought to take a leaf out of the French book, and have now found ourselves allied to one, Prince Shahi Paneer, the displaced son of the late Aloud-Din, whom once was the Nawab of the Septic. Moreover, our neighbors in the French colony, considerably stronger than we are, back the usurper Puli Sadam, the self proclaimed Nawab of the Pecan.<br />
And from young Lieutenant Walsh, that is how I learnt of my new home, Madapras, and the perplexing state of Indostani politics.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The above was plagiarized heavily from <a href="http://studentzone.roehampton.ac.uk/library/digital-collection/childrens-literature-collection/clive-india/">"With Clive in India"</a>.</span></span></div>
Furthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14674100385672908858noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936974293700309868.post-30349901269070449062013-09-03T03:00:00.002-07:002014-07-09T16:24:05.346-07:00Keen Agaist the Pyratehold<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Taken from the memoirs of “With Keen in Indostan” by Major Archibald Keen <span style="color: #f1c232;">(Click the images to enlarge)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">…
And so it was, under the newly appointed, Admiral Makepeace, that I was
promoted to the rank of Lieutenant, having proved myself worthy against
the vile Captain Indigo. The whole of Bumbay was nattering about the
British fleet gathering, their intention to assail the despicable
Pyratehold of Ghoneriah and so I took one last opportunity to walk with
Miss Lovejoy along the shore, before we set sail.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As we strolled by the newly erected line of
gallows, the ghastly pyrate corpses swinging slightly in the breeze,
Elizabeth told me a Company ship was due to take her to Madipras on the
morrow and that she would miss me dearly. I admitted that I too would
miss her and she insisted that I come visit her and her husband to be,
Captain Mattias Snodgrass, when the opportunity arose. I told her I
would, but her parting saddened me more than I could have expected. I
bid her farewell beneath Indigo’s gibbet, the pyrate’s swollen corpse
glaring at me with gull picked eyes, as she returned with her escort to
the Governor’s house.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Within the week we had sailed on Ghoneriah. The
hulking pyrate Quartermaster, Ebenezer Briggs, had been coerced into
serving the King, having provided us with all the details we required of
the pyratehold, in exchange for his miserable life. He still suffered
an ugly wound delivered to him by my own Sergeant Maddox, whom had near
taken off his head, and the pyrate was lucky to be alive, let alone
walking and talking. Mr. Briggs had relayed the existence of a cannon
battery that protected the approach to the harbour of Ghoneriah, an
obstacle that would need to be taken before the assault could succeed.
Admiral Makepeace asked for volunteers for the dangerous mission and I
of course heartily accepted. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And so it was that I found myself being rowed to
shore a good fifty miles south of Ghoneriah, by the lascars of the bomb
ketch “Pyro”, amongst a selection of hand chosen men. We assembled on
the deserted shoreline, as the sun was going down, watching the boats
return to the ketch and in time she headed back north along the coast to
join the fleet. Mr. Briggs directed us all into the dark jungle and I
felt a desperate panic arise in me, having placed our lives in the hands
of this vile pyrate, come servant of the Empire. Our task was to come
upon the rear gates of Ghoneriah and the cannon battery by first light,
just as the assault proper was being launched, and we too would commence
our surprise attack. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">All did not go exactly as planned. As we trekked
through the oppressive jungle in near darkness, the men suffered from
swarms of biting insects, cuts and bruises and the effects of the
sweltering heat. On more than one occasion we lost our way and I
wondered if Mr. Briggs was not leading us into some devilish pyrate
trap. We were still in the jungle when the first explosive boom was
heard, heralding the assault on Ghoneriah. Hearing the sound of the
ship’s mortar and the sudden cacophony of responding cannon fire, the
men grew immediately invigorated, pushing and dragging our pyrate guide
ahead at a much faster pace, and shortly we broke from the jungle and
viewed the pyratehold. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The British break out of the jungle upon the Pyratehold of Ghoneriah</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Before
us stretched a long, gated wall, which harboured a wretched collection
of buildings and huts. To our left the land rose upwards to a low cliff
upon which sat the cannon battery, a path meandering to its brow, where a
small blockhouse blocked the way. We could see the smoke from the guns
of Ghoneriah, which were firing, with little doubt upon the ship’s
boats, which were at this very moment attempting to cross the harbour. I
nodded to my fifer and he huffed out a marching tune, as I ordered the
men across the expanse between the jungle and the walls at a hurried
pace. Although no one appeared at the walls of the hold proper, the
silhouettes of men appeared atop the battery wall. Before long we fell
into range of their muskets, but at this distance their fire was
inconsequential. Sergeant Tuckfield manoeuvred his marines into a firing
position, as I ordered First Mate Seaman Sprays to lead a small band of
jack tars to secure the rear gates of Ghoneriah.</span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkylrWcRRHo/UhNab7CneCI/AAAAAAAABpc/7Fvfck1Tjig/s1600/02+British+Advance.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkylrWcRRHo/UhNab7CneCI/AAAAAAAABpc/7Fvfck1Tjig/s400/02+British+Advance.jpg" height="212" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The clifftop battery to the left and the gated wall of Ghoneriah</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The men hurry across the expanse of open ground</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CALx76qT6m4/UhNcEHgoWpI/AAAAAAAABpw/D2AM4Hanhi4/s1600/04+Pyrates+show+themselves.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CALx76qT6m4/UhNcEHgoWpI/AAAAAAAABpw/D2AM4Hanhi4/s400/04+Pyrates+show+themselves.jpg" height="312" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pyrate defenders show themselves...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsVVhM7KsKg/UhNcEjMraNI/AAAAAAAABp4/5DnH703RbDI/s400/05+British+Marines.jpg" height="300" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">...as the marines move forward to provide covering fire...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and are promptly fired upon themselves</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When
the marines moved into range, I gave the order to “Open fire!” and they
laid down a steady barrage against the pyrates on the battery wall. Our
combined firing was much more effective than theirs and the pyrates on
the wall were taking a severe beating. Even their leader, a sharp-eyed
Indostani fella, took a bullet, and although it did not kill the
blaggard, their resistance dropped off considerably. As the sailors
gathered to Midshipman Hunt, ready to assail the path to the battery, an
almighty BOOM! erupted from within Ghoneriah proper and a plume of
black smoke and flames arose from the hold. The bomb ketch, “Pyro”, had
fired her mortar and scored a direct hit on the only stone building in
the place! A cheer went up from our men and the jack tars rushed forward
and up the pathway. Tuckfield’s marines poured more fire over the
sailor’s heads and as the last defender, bar the wounded pyrate leader,
fled and left the wall, they too joined the assault.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pyrates on the battery wall take a beating</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "Pyro" scores a direct hit!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The assault begins</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcO5uC7Sc0E/UhSuSxeHa4I/AAAAAAAABrI/6vQP2qSvG-M/s1600/12+The+pyrates+suffer+under+fire.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qcO5uC7Sc0E/UhSuSxeHa4I/AAAAAAAABrI/6vQP2qSvG-M/s400/12+The+pyrates+suffer+under+fire.jpg" height="292" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The accurate firing from the marines takes it toll</td></tr>
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As
I roared at the men to mount the path, I rushed forward in their wake
urging them forward. A strong gust of wind, heavy with the stench of
powder, lifted off my hat and unceremoniously dumped it in the dust.
Midshipman Hunt took command, while I sheepishly chased down my wayward
tricorn. A gentleman must keep up his appearance! Hunt ordered the jack
tars up the path, frothing and yelling, their pistols and cutlasses
waving. The lone pyrate leader on the parapet, suddenly dropped down out
of sight, and for a moment I thought the place was deserted, but beyond
the battery wall, came the clamour of armed men. As I clutched up my
fallen hat, I spied Seaman Sprays arrive at the heavy gates of Ghoneriah
and immediately ordered his men against it.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3RaO1tv-cjU/UhXtCrnLNpI/AAAAAAAABrg/PsiZM0Qmopk/s1600/13+The+surge+forward.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3RaO1tv-cjU/UhXtCrnLNpI/AAAAAAAABrg/PsiZM0Qmopk/s400/13+The+surge+forward.jpg" height="292" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The men surge towards the path</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiZHzRG4Acw/UhXtAWHIxZI/AAAAAAAABrc/deR-_1lh3o0/s1600/13+Keen+loses+his+hat.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiZHzRG4Acw/UhXtAWHIxZI/AAAAAAAABrc/deR-_1lh3o0/s400/13+Keen+loses+his+hat.jpg" height="272" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keen loses his hat!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzMa4PT8dJQ/UhXtDKt-leI/AAAAAAAABrs/sc56yrvoDg8/s1600/14+More+pyrates+at+the+wall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzMa4PT8dJQ/UhXtDKt-leI/AAAAAAAABrs/sc56yrvoDg8/s400/14+More+pyrates+at+the+wall.jpg" height="278" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More pyrates stir behind the wall</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQJ0ce9j9Oo/UhXtH-cCviI/AAAAAAAABr0/dbt6Kd2mxX0/s1600/15+The+jack+tars+climb+the+path.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lQJ0ce9j9Oo/UhXtH-cCviI/AAAAAAAABr0/dbt6Kd2mxX0/s400/15+The+jack+tars+climb+the+path.jpg" height="267" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The jack tars climb the path frothing and yelling</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gznTrgkwb1g/UhXt3ZbyOpI/AAAAAAAABr8/vMMyaipfZqA/s1600/16+Knock+knock.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gznTrgkwb1g/UhXt3ZbyOpI/AAAAAAAABr8/vMMyaipfZqA/s400/16+Knock+knock.jpg" height="278" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seaman Sprays reaches the gates of Ghoneriah - knock, knock</td></tr>
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Just then more
pyrates appeared on the battery wall and almost simultaneously the
marines opened fire. Their volley was devastatingly accurate and a
bullet felled a large and brutish looking black pyrate Bo’sun, who had
been bellowing orders like a demon. The brute slipped down behind the
wall, a spray of bright blood marking where he had fallen. And while the
pyrates were forced to keep their heads down, the jack tars surged up
to the wall proper and launched their attack. They clambered up the
wall, fighting all the way, and even though the men were disadvantaged,
the pyrates had taken such a beating already from our marines, that the
defenders threw down their arms and fled. The victory was short lived
although, as the door of the tiny blockhouse opened and more pyrates
sallied out, screaming like banshees. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYH_pkV8oR0/UhXxV5uTOSI/AAAAAAAABsQ/yqPqwJ4-40c/s1600/17+The+pyrates+man+the+wall+again.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYH_pkV8oR0/UhXxV5uTOSI/AAAAAAAABsQ/yqPqwJ4-40c/s400/17+The+pyrates+man+the+wall+again.jpg" height="293" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More pyrates man the battery wall...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot60G0AdmY8/UhXxUhpNzhI/AAAAAAAABsI/jHJnm1vn7jc/s1600/18+King+Nero+is+shot.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot60G0AdmY8/UhXxUhpNzhI/AAAAAAAABsI/jHJnm1vn7jc/s400/18+King+Nero+is+shot.jpg" height="273" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and almost immediately their leader is shot down</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQ3QXF-tDOY/UhXxX0jsVZI/AAAAAAAABsY/xIO4cXw4Uhk/s1600/19+The+marines+keep+the+defender%27s+heads+down.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQ3QXF-tDOY/UhXxX0jsVZI/AAAAAAAABsY/xIO4cXw4Uhk/s400/19+The+marines+keep+the+defender%27s+heads+down.jpg" height="271" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pyrates are forced to keep their heads down by the marines</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4hkKZ3fK_Q/UhXxbfvedpI/AAAAAAAABsg/C95UWQc0kKE/s1600/20+More+Jack+Tars+join+the+fray.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C4hkKZ3fK_Q/UhXxbfvedpI/AAAAAAAABsg/C95UWQc0kKE/s400/20+More+Jack+Tars+join+the+fray.jpg" height="278" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The jack tars push onwards and upwards, under the hail of shot...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SidAc9IcjPE/UhXxzHkWfVI/AAAAAAAABso/W5RJx9Xg8Ak/s1600/22+The+fight+at+the+battery+wall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SidAc9IcjPE/UhXxzHkWfVI/AAAAAAAABso/W5RJx9Xg8Ak/s400/22+The+fight+at+the+battery+wall.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...straight up the wall and into the enemy, who are beaten and rout</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NKBHfbs5AM/UhXx2dpCNFI/AAAAAAAABsw/YEES6nOzisM/s1600/23+The+pyrates+sally+forth.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NKBHfbs5AM/UhXx2dpCNFI/AAAAAAAABsw/YEES6nOzisM/s400/23+The+pyrates+sally+forth.jpg" height="288" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The victory is short lived though, as more pyrates sally out and attack!!</td></tr>
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This new threat proved too much for our sailors and
after a vicious stoush, they were forced back down the path some way,
the vile buccaneers leering and spitting profanities at them. The loud
sound of splintering wood drew my attention to Seaman Sprays, who had
finally smashed open the gates of Ghoneriah and then promptly ordered
his men into the pyratehold. I cried out to Midshipman Hunt, my voice
competing with the cannon and mortar fire, urging him forward again to
take the tiny blockhouse. Hunt’s voice rang out in a rousing appeal to
his men, who cheered in reply and charged the blockhouse again. But the
pyrates there, although small in numbers, held the building and fought
like devils, forcing the sailors back down the path a second time. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCQdVYOT8T8/UhX3_pCbHjI/AAAAAAAABtQ/GZCNXrCq2Ww/s1600/24+The+Jack+Tars+are+beaten+back.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCQdVYOT8T8/UhX3_pCbHjI/AAAAAAAABtQ/GZCNXrCq2Ww/s400/24+The+Jack+Tars+are+beaten+back.jpg" height="302" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new threat is too much and the sailors are forced back down the path</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSC1bNY3T9o/UhX38B-kxeI/AAAAAAAABtE/Wo0B0uzmukQ/s1600/21+Sprays+opens+the+gates.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSC1bNY3T9o/UhX38B-kxeI/AAAAAAAABtE/Wo0B0uzmukQ/s400/21+Sprays+opens+the+gates.jpg" height="283" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seaman Sprays forced open the gates...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7C_zaf50dvw/UhX38TlygsI/AAAAAAAABtM/iGjFloCRboA/s1600/25+Sprays+enters+Ghoneriah.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7C_zaf50dvw/UhX38TlygsI/AAAAAAAABtM/iGjFloCRboA/s400/25+Sprays+enters+Ghoneriah.jpg" height="280" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and enters Ghoneriah</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opFumJCJruE/UhX4ILMTDoI/AAAAAAAABtc/c3mviF06vnE/s1600/26+Hunt+leads+another+charge.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opFumJCJruE/UhX4ILMTDoI/AAAAAAAABtc/c3mviF06vnE/s400/26+Hunt+leads+another+charge.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunt gives a rousing appeal and his men charge the blockhouse again...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMip_DQ2A3A/UhX4JwfMVcI/AAAAAAAABtk/qltx06YNNxc/s1600/27+But+the+tars+are+beaten+back+again.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMip_DQ2A3A/UhX4JwfMVcI/AAAAAAAABtk/qltx06YNNxc/s400/27+But+the+tars+are+beaten+back+again.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...only to be forced back by the few pyrates still defending there</td></tr>
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Seaman
Sprays, being no stranger to taking the initiative, headed straight for
a ladder propped against one of the building’s walls. His idea was a
clever one, and he meant to raise the ladder and climb to the battery
from within the town. Sergeant Maddox’s marines moved in to support the
jack tars, ordering his men through the gate. The whole time, mortar
fire continued to barrage the pyratehold and another load explosion
rocked the place as the “Pyro” landed another direct hit. As Sprays and
the men carried the ladder towards the cliff face, a mortar shell
exploded in the street behind them, dangerously close. And that was not
the only danger, for the loud clatter of armed men echoed up the street
coming from the harbour.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeBWv1KGGew/UiQhcRhtKgI/AAAAAAAABuM/XFTUF9K5zvA/s1600/28+Sprays+requesitions+a+ladder.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeBWv1KGGew/UiQhcRhtKgI/AAAAAAAABuM/XFTUF9K5zvA/s400/28+Sprays+requesitions+a+ladder.jpg" height="277" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays requisitions a ladder</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vb0jBJmNiE/UiQhc_1kCLI/AAAAAAAABuU/ryJumUAQVxI/s1600/29+Grenadiers+enter+Ghoneriah.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vb0jBJmNiE/UiQhc_1kCLI/AAAAAAAABuU/ryJumUAQVxI/s400/29+Grenadiers+enter+Ghoneriah.jpg" height="275" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sgt. Maddox moves his marines through the gates</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-956kxLqLo8k/UiQhe7FY9nI/AAAAAAAABuc/A5V6E1UWmp0/s1600/30+Another+hit.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-956kxLqLo8k/UiQhe7FY9nI/AAAAAAAABuc/A5V6E1UWmp0/s400/30+Another+hit.jpg" height="280" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The "Pyro" strikes home again!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSdjcSSV6MI/UiQhkFhijxI/AAAAAAAABuw/kPgi6ipCV74/s1600/33+Sprays+heads+for+the+battery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSdjcSSV6MI/UiQhkFhijxI/AAAAAAAABuw/kPgi6ipCV74/s400/33+Sprays+heads+for+the+battery.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays moves for the battery...</td></tr>
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<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ugeRFLrrBM/UiQhizYzmPI/AAAAAAAABuk/8qhpH4okkAo/s1600/34+Spray+narrowly+missed.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ugeRFLrrBM/UiQhizYzmPI/AAAAAAAABuk/8qhpH4okkAo/s400/34+Spray+narrowly+missed.jpg" height="295" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and is narrowly missed by mortar fire</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LH_VS3WR62M/UiQhkqF5LoI/AAAAAAAABu0/UExGztkPdMI/s1600/35+A+new+threat.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LH_VS3WR62M/UiQhkqF5LoI/AAAAAAAABu0/UExGztkPdMI/s400/35+A+new+threat.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The loud clatter of armed men is heard from the harbor</td></tr>
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I
knew that time was slipping away from us and that every minute the
battery remained operational British lives could be lost. I gathered the
men to me and bid them follow me into the fray, urging them to victory.
But as we raced up the path again, the heavy door of the battery
blockhouse closed shut as we came within sight. The jack tars threw
themselves savagely against the bolted door, some armed with boarding
axes, others with their cutlasses. The door quickly splintered and the
pyrates within began firing and battling through the shattered doorway. I
pushed through the men so I could personally join the melee. The
fighting was vicious and deadly, and although we killed some of the
enemy we could not gain a foothold and again we were forced away, half
slipping and half falling down the treacherous path. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KvU6s71IdU/UiQi89rQvZI/AAAAAAAABvM/6UYvt94S9Kw/s1600/31+Keen+organises+another+push.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KvU6s71IdU/UiQi89rQvZI/AAAAAAAABvM/6UYvt94S9Kw/s400/31+Keen+organises+another+push.jpg" height="283" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keen organises the men for another charge and...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkIIEI4O-Jw/UiQi8_Y_i-I/AAAAAAAABvA/8wXggfMXYdQ/s1600/32+Keen+leads+the+men+up+the+path.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EkIIEI4O-Jw/UiQi8_Y_i-I/AAAAAAAABvA/8wXggfMXYdQ/s400/32+Keen+leads+the+men+up+the+path.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...orders them back up the path, as the blockhouse door closes</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQvVxnUs-EY/UiQi8irMWCI/AAAAAAAABu8/2BwaRC-3LcY/s1600/36+Keen+arrives+to+batter+down+the+door.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xQvVxnUs-EY/UiQi8irMWCI/AAAAAAAABu8/2BwaRC-3LcY/s400/36+Keen+arrives+to+batter+down+the+door.jpg" height="295" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The jack tars throw themselves at the door and splinter it open</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr2Vvm6R6e8/UiQjBA_CYNI/AAAAAAAABvU/EAW8wknNzJY/s1600/37+Keen+attack+the+block+house.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr2Vvm6R6e8/UiQjBA_CYNI/AAAAAAAABvU/EAW8wknNzJY/s400/37+Keen+attack+the+block+house.jpg" height="281" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A vicious melee ensues and...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzEwHcrkKEU/UiQjGblmwxI/AAAAAAAABvk/bC6RQD0dCoM/s1600/42+Keen+is+forced+back.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzEwHcrkKEU/UiQjGblmwxI/AAAAAAAABvk/bC6RQD0dCoM/s400/42+Keen+is+forced+back.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...although many pyrates are killed the men are forced off again</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Sprays
threw up the requisitioned ladder just in time as a band of musket
armed pyrates appeared at the end of the street, led by a long,
dark-haired vagabond that pushed the rogues forward quickly. As the
pyrates moved forward a mortar round struck a nearby building and it
quickly caught alight. Sensing Sprays would make the battery unchecked,
Maddox called his men to retreat back outside the walls of Ghoneriah,
for he had heard another commotion moving upon them. Sprays was the
first to climb the ladder, his men close behind him, and almost
immediately the crews of the battery guns abandoned their positioned and
the firing ceased. The bomb ketches stopped their bombard the moment
the guns of Ghoneriah had fallen silent and the pyrates in the
blockhouse finally deserted the place, fleeing for their lives. </div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldkiof5ZnqI/UiQkgk3kvHI/AAAAAAAABv4/VFCh8912c_o/s1600/38+Sprays+gets+the+ladder+up.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldkiof5ZnqI/UiQkgk3kvHI/AAAAAAAABv4/VFCh8912c_o/s400/38+Sprays+gets+the+ladder+up.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays throws up the ladder...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfxX9ZMZv3Y/UiQkire7BXI/AAAAAAAABwA/5bUzR3N46UI/s1600/39+Pyrates+appear.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfxX9ZMZv3Y/UiQkire7BXI/AAAAAAAABwA/5bUzR3N46UI/s400/39+Pyrates+appear.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...as a band of pyrates appears at the end of the street...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9s6KKEzL1Y/UiQkfwWyOZI/AAAAAAAABvw/ZV3MvPwqT_8/s1600/40+Lead+by+Black+Samuel+Hawk.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9s6KKEzL1Y/UiQkfwWyOZI/AAAAAAAABvw/ZV3MvPwqT_8/s400/40+Lead+by+Black+Samuel+Hawk.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...led by a long, dark-haired vagabond</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeBDMLoDC1o/UiQknlSzcDI/AAAAAAAABwM/DW4lIUCdfTQ/s1600/43+As+the+pyrates+move+up.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeBDMLoDC1o/UiQknlSzcDI/AAAAAAAABwM/DW4lIUCdfTQ/s400/43+As+the+pyrates+move+up.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As the pyrates move up a mortar shell hit another building, setting it alight</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcWpsx9CN8g/UiQknRVUf_I/AAAAAAAABwI/oYu50l7YjiU/s1600/44+Pyrates+moving+around.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcWpsx9CN8g/UiQknRVUf_I/AAAAAAAABwI/oYu50l7YjiU/s400/44+Pyrates+moving+around.jpg" height="278" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The noise of more men approaching...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ7yoanMHX8/UiQkqifZuAI/AAAAAAAABwY/UOViti7EdJI/s1600/45+The+marines+fall+back+outside+the+gates.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ7yoanMHX8/UiQkqifZuAI/AAAAAAAABwY/UOViti7EdJI/s400/45+The+marines+fall+back+outside+the+gates.jpg" height="278" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...prompts Maddox to fall back through the gates</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svZoOyhuZro/UiQkuDGN3cI/AAAAAAAABwg/C7MneCe92aE/s1600/46+Sprays+climbs+to+the+battery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svZoOyhuZro/UiQkuDGN3cI/AAAAAAAABwg/C7MneCe92aE/s400/46+Sprays+climbs+to+the+battery.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays is the first to climb the ladder and...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oe8WBiwiFIg/UiQkxBhsWII/AAAAAAAABww/t0EeOlfw3jE/s1600/47+The+guns+of+Ghoneriah+fall+silent.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oe8WBiwiFIg/UiQkxBhsWII/AAAAAAAABww/t0EeOlfw3jE/s400/47+The+guns+of+Ghoneriah+fall+silent.jpg" height="296" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...as the guns of Ghoneriah fall silent</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcoGAZnbDYM/UiQkwC6ceQI/AAAAAAAABwo/O9b5Rrz76Q0/s1600/48+The+pyrates+flee+the+blockhouse.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PcoGAZnbDYM/UiQkwC6ceQI/AAAAAAAABwo/O9b5Rrz76Q0/s400/48+The+pyrates+flee+the+blockhouse.jpg" height="288" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The last remaining pyrates abandon the blockhouse as well</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Eager
to ensure the guns were silenced for good, I ordered the men back up
the bloodied path again and quickly through the shattered doorway. Too
late did I spy the archaic and brutal looking piece that had been
pointed towards us, a small multi-barrelled gun, the battery’s final
defence. I had only a moment to react, screamed “Charge!” and led the
men forward towards it, brandishing my sword. Suddenly everything went
black and my ears exploded with pain as the lone crewman lowered his
glowing brand to the touch hole. I staggered forward through the smoke,
my throat burning with the taste of gunpowder, but to my miraculous
surprise, I was unhurt. Alas beside me a jack tar had taken the majority
of the blast and lay a twisted and bloodied corpse in the dirt. I
exacted revenge on the Indostani gunner who had shot the cannon, cutting
him viciously across the throat. </div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jL3VMCAewG4/UiQmgbS19sI/AAAAAAAABw8/G0kvVWdp6BY/s1600/50+Keen+is+fired+on.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jL3VMCAewG4/UiQmgbS19sI/AAAAAAAABw8/G0kvVWdp6BY/s400/50+Keen+is+fired+on.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The battery's final defense!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sprays'
men had now all clambered to the top of the cliff and the First Mate
ordered them to haul the ladder quickly up behind them. For rounding the
corner came a wild cacophony of noise, as a band of raucous pyrates
spilled into view. The pyrates were led by none other than the infamous
“Pyrate Prince”, Bastien Le Dregg, a flamboyant French deserter. Sprays
wasted no more time and ordered the jack tars to round up the battery
gunners, who were unarmed and capitulated without a fight. Below him the
other pyrates maneuvered towards the cliff, having requisitioned their
own ladder with similar intents.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hzBWYCKlGM/UiRu6BylmvI/AAAAAAAABxc/8SoPvqBau_A/s1600/51+Sprays+leads+the+sailors+up+the+ladder.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hzBWYCKlGM/UiRu6BylmvI/AAAAAAAABxc/8SoPvqBau_A/s400/51+Sprays+leads+the+sailors+up+the+ladder.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays' men get to the top of the cliff...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2j0uxh1cdX0/UiRu5S0RRYI/AAAAAAAABxQ/bhMY-AMT_FU/s1600/52+Draws+up+the+ladder.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2j0uxh1cdX0/UiRu5S0RRYI/AAAAAAAABxQ/bhMY-AMT_FU/s400/52+Draws+up+the+ladder.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and promptly haul up the ladder...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1l-d4xjNu-8/UiRu6gvaIVI/AAAAAAAABxg/laO123RLtag/s1600/53+Rowdy+Pyrate+horde.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1l-d4xjNu-8/UiRu6gvaIVI/AAAAAAAABxg/laO123RLtag/s400/53+Rowdy+Pyrate+horde.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...as a band of pyrates head their way.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buquvBaRW8M/UiRu-CBnQsI/AAAAAAAABxo/z0VAbXi-WA4/s1600/54+Led+by+Bastien+Le+Dregg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buquvBaRW8M/UiRu-CBnQsI/AAAAAAAABxo/z0VAbXi-WA4/s400/54+Led+by+Bastien+Le+Dregg.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pyrates are led by the flamboyant "Pyrate Prince" Bastien Le Dregg</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-IP0xqWaPQ/UiRvCurWpEI/AAAAAAAABx4/_GpAlL8BnRM/s1600/55+Sprays+apprehends+the+cannon+crews.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S-IP0xqWaPQ/UiRvCurWpEI/AAAAAAAABx4/_GpAlL8BnRM/s400/55+Sprays+apprehends+the+cannon+crews.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spray's jack tars round up the battery gunners without a fight</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5AFPHKN_kjg/UiRvCTT6DrI/AAAAAAAABxw/foe4ncv8CTE/s1600/56+The+Pyrates+have+the+same+idea.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5AFPHKN_kjg/UiRvCTT6DrI/AAAAAAAABxw/foe4ncv8CTE/s400/56+The+Pyrates+have+the+same+idea.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pyrates have a similar plan</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Leaving the
situation at the battery in the capable command of Midshipman Hunt, I
hurried back down the all too familiar path to join the marines. The two
sergeants, Maddox and Tuckfield had arranged the marines around the
open gates of Ghoneriah, their intention to shoot dead any pyrate
attempting to flee. I was no sooner amongst the men again when suddenly
from over the walls the pyrates poured, clambering and climbing to
escape, like rats leaving a sinking ship. I spied Le Dregg amongst them,
but he was at quite some distance, having scaled the wall at the
furthest point he could from the men. I ordered the marines “Open fire!”
and a resounding volley tore through the fleeing pyrates, exacting a
heavy toll. Caught as they were in the open, the closest group of
pyrates clambered back over the wall again to escape the devastating
fire.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fhaDfaHBb4/UiRzv9A7v7I/AAAAAAAAByM/A7yxBsyULfQ/s1600/58+Keen+moves+to+rejoin+the+marines.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fhaDfaHBb4/UiRzv9A7v7I/AAAAAAAAByM/A7yxBsyULfQ/s400/58+Keen+moves+to+rejoin+the+marines.jpg" height="295" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keen leaves the battery to rejoin the marines...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPhd9ppgMLM/UiRzr9Pi8LI/AAAAAAAAByA/GZ33Ek7CfiM/s1600/57+The+marines+surround+the+gates.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPhd9ppgMLM/UiRzr9Pi8LI/AAAAAAAAByA/GZ33Ek7CfiM/s400/57+The+marines+surround+the+gates.jpg" height="248" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...who surround the gates of Ghoneriah</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1e0pLCqDMY/UiRzvcvc7sI/AAAAAAAAByI/BVySVlOEmXQ/s1600/59+The+pyrates+climb+over+the+wall.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1e0pLCqDMY/UiRzvcvc7sI/AAAAAAAAByI/BVySVlOEmXQ/s400/59+The+pyrates+climb+over+the+wall.jpg" height="307" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pyrates clamber over the walls in a bid to escape</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dzkryYURNg/UiRzyoMVtkI/AAAAAAAAByY/WtBt7lC9ops/s1600/60+Le+Dregg+and+Olive+Cox.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dzkryYURNg/UiRzyoMVtkI/AAAAAAAAByY/WtBt7lC9ops/s400/60+Le+Dregg+and+Olive+Cox.jpg" height="268" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Le Dregg attempts to flee</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG9TV5_mMD0/UiRz3N95TzI/AAAAAAAAByk/kmTt6yNEcfw/s1600/61+Keen+directs+fire.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dG9TV5_mMD0/UiRz3N95TzI/AAAAAAAAByk/kmTt6yNEcfw/s400/61+Keen+directs+fire.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The marines open fire...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_B6EyBOxEI/UiRz3Ph0dhI/AAAAAAAAByg/e9UVUVCnXLs/s1600/62+The+pyrates+are+caught+in+a+deadly+crossfire.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--_B6EyBOxEI/UiRz3Ph0dhI/AAAAAAAAByg/e9UVUVCnXLs/s400/62+The+pyrates+are+caught+in+a+deadly+crossfire.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...catching the pyrates in a devastating volley</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CthCbJj8so0/UiRz4uB6EzI/AAAAAAAAByw/tTFl2s_nokM/s1600/63+Pyrates+flee.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CthCbJj8so0/UiRz4uB6EzI/AAAAAAAAByw/tTFl2s_nokM/s400/63+Pyrates+flee.jpg" height="297" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The closest pyrates flee back over the wall into Ghoneriah</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Under
the watchful eyes of Midshipman Hunt, Seaman Sprays next took one of
the battery cannon and the men toiled to roll it into position. Moving
it to the lip of the cliff they turned the barrel toward the fleeing
pyrates and spied the flamboyant “Pyrate Prince” breaking for the
jungle. Loaded still, Sprays aimed the cannon himself, gave the order
and BOOM! I watched the ball whizz through the air, over the wall of
Ghoneriah and with great accuracy, took the head of a fleeing pyrate
clean off. Le Dregg’s pyrate wench, Olive Cox, was struck by the flying
parts of the dead man and the “Pyrate Prince” was forced to carry the
blood soaked wench the rest of the way to the safety of the jungle. The
marines made short work of the pyrates left beside the wall and having
seen their leader flee; the survivors threw down their arms and
surrendered. Huzzah!! The Pyratehold of Ghoneriah was taken.</div>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H36dfKjkPWM/UiR3ndC2F2I/AAAAAAAABy8/atkuEOQqGPM/s1600/64+Hunt+at+the+battery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H36dfKjkPWM/UiR3ndC2F2I/AAAAAAAABy8/atkuEOQqGPM/s400/64+Hunt+at+the+battery.jpg" height="295" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Midshipman Hunt commands the battery</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbXmnvD-tD8/UiR3qPHOboI/AAAAAAAABzM/ou_LIc782_0/s1600/65+Sprays+grabs+a+cannon.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YbXmnvD-tD8/UiR3qPHOboI/AAAAAAAABzM/ou_LIc782_0/s400/65+Sprays+grabs+a+cannon.jpg" height="282" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays takes a battery gun...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAxKDSeya54/UiR3oBb4MLI/AAAAAAAABzE/gJSaJ7MVE1U/s1600/66+Sprays+prepares+to+fire.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aAxKDSeya54/UiR3oBb4MLI/AAAAAAAABzE/gJSaJ7MVE1U/s400/66+Sprays+prepares+to+fire.jpg" height="313" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...points it towards the fleeing pyrates...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and spies the flamboyant "Pyrate Prince"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"FIRE!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qyc9pw_TfI/UiR3uagLFHI/AAAAAAAABzc/pIpntDTqEVA/s1600/69+Olive+Cox+is+hit.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qyc9pw_TfI/UiR3uagLFHI/AAAAAAAABzc/pIpntDTqEVA/s400/69+Olive+Cox+is+hit.jpg" height="253" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the ball whizzed through the air and took the head of a fleeing pyrate clean off</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Le Dregg flees into the jungle, carrying his blood soaked wench</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The marines make short work of the remaining pyrates and they surrender. Huzzah!!</td></tr>
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I
moved through the deserted streets of Ghoneriah, Midshipman Hunt and
some men in tow. Through the smoke and ash, moving deliberately towards
us strode Admiral Makepeace, having come up from the captured harbour.
“Why Keen, my good man, we did it. We have caught Ghoneriah!” panted
Makepeace, his bad leg bothering him. “The Admiralty will be so pleased
this pyrate threat is no more.” “Why yes Sir, you have” I replied, but
he cut me off quickly. “Oh don’t be so modest Keen, another brilliant
effort boy, you should be very proud. The Governor will hear of this,
Keen, mark my words.” And standing in the swirling smoke, surveying the
captured harbour, the red coated soldiers rounding up the fleeing
pyrates, my gaze turned up to the silent guns of Ghoneriah...</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HX2dNWrRWAg/UiR7vystiVI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4oCCrUNvaTc/s1600/72+Makepeace+arrives.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HX2dNWrRWAg/UiR7vystiVI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4oCCrUNvaTc/s400/72+Makepeace+arrives.jpg" height="238" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">“Why Keen, my good man, we did it. We have caught Ghoneriah!”</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQwopjQbZ3s/UiR7vu0W2pI/AAAAAAAAB0A/N95s2Ffq9Cg/s1600/73+Keen+triumphant.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQwopjQbZ3s/UiR7vu0W2pI/AAAAAAAAB0A/N95s2Ffq9Cg/s400/73+Keen+triumphant.jpg" height="238" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"The Governor will hear of this, Keen, mark my words.”</td></tr>
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The
game was played on the 17th August using the Sharp Practice rules. I
played the role of the Pyrates and Umpire, while Dave played the
British. This is the second game of our Indostan campaign, the first of
which is <a href="http://adventuresinlead.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/keen-pyrates.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
Dave
did a marvelous job of fulfilling Lieutenant Keen’s mission and
silencing the guns of Ghoneriah. He had the added pressure of a
countdown, having only a limited amount of turns to capture the guns
before too many British boats were sunk in the harbour. Well done Keen
and you too Dave.</div>
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Furthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14674100385672908858noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936974293700309868.post-90917366420632319632013-01-09T01:15:00.002-08:002013-01-12T17:42:32.242-08:00Keen & the Pyrates<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Taken from the memoirs of “With Keen in Indostan” by Major Archibald Keen </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">(Click the images to enlarge)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Download the Big Men cards for this game <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/view/?mg9w3agw39nnvxs">here</a><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/view/?pgp6tnl3p3gd3al"> </a></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">…And that is how
the deplorable Lieutenant Maggot got laid up with dysentery, a turn of
events that would lead to my first active role in command and the
commencement proper, of my distinguished military career. Unbeknownst to
myself, the <i>Peafowl</i>, was about to embark on a series of perilous assignments.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A week later I found myself on deck with Captain Makepeace, whom was discussing (and liberally quoting from) his work, <i>“A Treatise on Flux and other Rectal Ailments at Sea”</i>,
when shouts from port alerted us to a burning hulk on the horizon.
Promptly changing course we came upon a scene of great dismay and
horror, a ship burnt to the waterline with near all hands lost. Our crew
pulled from the water three survivors whom at once relayed information
to Makepeace that the ship was once the Mary Anne, a Company brig out of
Bumbay, on route to Madapras, and confirmed our gravest fears, pyrates.
To make matters worse the cutthroats had taken a hostage, a young
daughter of a Company director, Miss Elizabeth Jovejoy, fresh in from
London, whom was engaged to marry an infantry Captain of some repute.
There was a glimmer of hope though, as the survivors revealed that the
pyrate ship had been holed during the exchange and did indeed seem to be
taking on water.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">With great fury Captain Makepeace hobbled across the deck screaming orders; and with her sails billowing, the <i>Peafowl</i>
set course in the direction the pyrates had headed. As a mere Ensign, I
feared my first engagement in command would be fraught with
uncertainty, so took the opportunity to immediately drill the Marines,
Sergeant Maddox at my side. Thankfully, the giant Welshman thought good
of me and had long ago earned the respect of his men. While I put the
Marines through their paces I spied Lieutenant Wigglesworth watching
intently. Despised by most of the crew, the gentleman dandy looked on in
disdain at the rapport I shared with Maddox and I felt his stare burn
right through me. Indeed, he would prove a rival to watch.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">By noon a small sail appeared on the horizon and the <i>Peafowl</i>
moved in to give chase, pursuing her quarry throughout the rest of the
day. Captain Makepeace commanded the ship with great skill, alas the
smaller craft, even though impaired, gave us the slip amongst the island
sandbars and reefs off the coast of Pisswah, our frigate being too deep
drafted to follow. As night was falling, anchored off shore from where
the ship had escaped us, undeterred, his sense of pride and duty driving
him, Captain Makepeace ordered landing parties arranged. He surmised
that the pyrates would be forced to make land fall and careen their
vessel, lest they flounder and sink. And so he planned at first light to
take to the boats and scour the island sandbars for them, a risky, but
profitable venture, for if we found them careening, there was little
chance of their escape.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Through the predawn fog we rowed, a mere three boats, as Makepeace was unwilling to leave the <i>Peafowl</i>
unmanned, lest she fall foul to lurking pyrates herself. The jack tars
strained at the oars, with no man uttering a word, as we silently glided
towards the shore. Dull glows greeted us through the mist and we knew
for sure then, that Makepeace’s gamble was correct - we had chanced upon
their encampment. As we closed we could see the dark form of a beached
vessel ahead and to it the men rowed steadily. The Captain’s prearranged
orders had been clear, we were to land quietly ashore, catch the
pyrates dozing and bring them quickly into custody, before they put up
too much of a fight. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Captain
Makepeace’s own boat, for he had insisted on leading the party
personally, made sterling time. Alas, I had found myself the only
officer aboard my launch and without a proper navy man to keep step, we
quickly lagged behind. On the other hand, Lieutenant Wigglesworth, who
commanded the last of the boats along with Sergeant Maddox, cut through
the surf with the swiftest of speed. Spurred on by menacing glares and
cursing oaths, Wigglesworth’s jack tars easily outpaced us and were
about to reach the shore, when a single shot rang out. We had been
spotted!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The
pistol shot had come from the careened vessel, where a sure eyed pyrate
sentry stood, scanning out to sea. When Wigglesworth’s boat struck the
beach, pyrates were already leaping to their feet and arming themselves
within their camp. The pyrate quartermaster, a bald giant of a man, was
wailing like a banshee as he spurred the drunken rabble to arms. I saw
the sailors and Marines accompanying Lieutenant Wigglesworth disembark
the boat and gather on the beach. I knew Sergeant Maddox would keep the
men in order until I could arrive, which unfortunately would be for some
time yet. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The
pyrate camp was now astir with activity, as even more pyrates awoke,
and following hastily shouted orders were gathering to make a defense.
The pyrates were not the only ones shouting. As Captain Makepeace’s
launch hit the beach, he threw himself over the gunwale and in his
seaman’s voice, shouted at Wigglesworth to get his men to the cover of
the beached pyrate ship. Wigglesworth complied and he led the jack tars
he had arrived with to the safety of the careened vessel, which proudly
bore the infamous name, the <i>Blue Raja</i>. The ship was none other than that
of Captain Thomas “Indigo”, a despicable Englishman turned pyrate, who
had plagued this stretch of Indostan coast for many years.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Almost
on cue, “Indigo” showed his face amongst the mass of gathering pyrates
and with him, he dragged a slight form, that of Miss Lovejoy no doubt.
The pyrates were moving out to meet us with new vigor and some of the
musket armed blaggards even opened fire, although they posed no threat
at this range. Wigglesworth moved forward tentatively, as he too had
spied the mass of pyrates gathering before us. I finally reached the
shore, after what seemed like an eon, and the men and myself quickly
disembarked, mingling with Makepeace’s men in a knot. The Captain
ordered the remaining jack tars forward, leaving only the Marines at the
boats, which Sergeant Maddox had the enterprise to quickly organise
into some semblance of a fighting force. I acknowledged the competence
of the veteran soldier and gave him command of his own troupe.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maddox
wasted little time and quickly opened fire on the musket armed pyrates
gathering amongst the rocks, but at this range and cover, caused little
threat. I heard Captain Makepeace give command of a group of sailors to
Lieutenant Wigglesworth, ordering the fop to “Man those guns!!” He was
referring of course to the light naval cannons that had been removed
from the Blue Raja and were sitting half buried in the sand before us.
Makepeace then moved off through the underbrush uttering phrases from
his work, <i>“A Treatise on Naval Military Tactics and the Modern Commander”</i>, a small band of jack tars in tow.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wigglesworth
quickly followed the order and while his men moved hurriedly forward
towards the guns, a large gang of pyrates, led by the giant
Quartermaster Briggs, moved menacingly close towards them. Seeing the
threat almost instantly, the pyrates in the rocks opened fire on
Wigglesworth, by fluke, killing a sailor, but the other men were safe
under the cover of the guns and cargo stacked before them. Sergeant
Maddox and his Marines moved up to cover the Lieutenant, sheltering
behind the gathered cargo, and delivered a return volley that had the
pyrates ducking.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">While
all this occurred, I am embarrassed to say, my mind was lost to me. My
first real engagement in command and our late arrival on the beach had
put me all in a spin. I saw the faces and expressions of my men pleading
for direction, but the sounds of musket volleys and the roaring din of
the pyrate mob drowned my senses. I heard Wigglesworth’s whining screams
cut above the clamor, yelling at his men to man a cannon, and I
suddenly thought that I could not allow that cad to see me falter like
this. I took a deep breath, gathered my wits and ordered the Marines
forward. We almost instantly came into sight of the gathering pyrates
and I quickly ordered Halt! - Present! - Fire!! The volley felled a
cutthroat, but failed to check the pyrates and the giant, Quartermaster
Briggs, pushed through the powder smoke urging his dogs on. With a
frenzied yell, a mass of pyrates rushed for Wigglesworth and the guns.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">By
the guns, Maddox and his Marines were engaged in an exchange with
pyrate musketmen, but as both parties had ample cover, little damage was
being dealt. Lieutenant Wigglesworth had his rapier out, dashing it
about, slashing and cursing at the jack tars to position the gun. They
were struggling with turning the heavy piece around to face the enemy,
when a bloodcurdling roar heralded the arrival of the vicious charge. In
a haze of pistol smoke and flashing cutlasses, the pyrates washed over
the jack tars like a deadly wave. Wigglesworth was struck by a pistol
ball that grazed his cheek, close to his beauty spot, and fell back
beaten, with his surviving men to the boat. Before the pyrates could
pursue them, Maddox’s Marines, turned and fired into the pyrates as they
clambered over the guns. The volley ripped through them and they turned
and fled, already exhausted from their fight with Wigglesworth. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I
had been making short work of a gang of cutthroats on the left, who had
failed to follow the charge home. The Marines were about to deliver a
fatal barrage, when the fleeing pyrates crossed our vision. I checked
their aim and ordered them fire on this new target. The volley saw them
drop their weapons and flee completely, running for their very lives.
Captain “Indigo” moved to halt their course, but there was nothing even
he could do, those men were beat. Spotting the infamous pyrate Captain, I
ordered the Marines quickly forward, firing on the remaining enemy as
we advanced. The delicate form of Miss Lovejoy gave a squeal of despair,
as “Indigo” dragged her back towards his camp.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Back
at the guns, the big Welshman, Sergeant Maddox, faced the bald giant,
Quartermaster Briggs and his band of cutthroats. The pyrates leapt upon
the cargo gathered there to reach at the Redcoats, firing their pistol
and screaming a war cry. They proved no match for the disciplined
Marines, who stalwartly defended their makeshift barricade and the
pyrates were killed to a man, dropping like chaff to their bayonets.
Even the giant Quartermaster was felled by a mighty blow from Maddox’s
halberd, that near took off clean, his ugly bald head. A marine took the
giant pyrate prisoner, half dragging him to the boats, a trail of dark
blood marring the sand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">With
the threat at the guns eradicated, Wigglesworth skulked back, having
steadied his men’s retreat. He furiously dabbed at his wound with a
kerchief, which was stained with blood, while he screamed profanities at
the jack tars. The sailors gathered around the gun’s carriage again and
with a mighty heave, spun the piece around to face the enemy, and next
set about loading it with grapeshot. Events had suddenly taken a turn
for the better and it looked like we were finally in command of the
field, although “Indigo” and a knot of pyrates were still at large,
defending their camp.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">My
men and myself were drawing near to the camp proper and driving before
us a few fleeing curs, when from out of the undergrowth charged Captain
Makepeace and his men. They quickly overwhelmed the fleeing pyrate
rabble, who threw down their arms, begging for mercy. Makepeace flashed
me a wink as he had his prisoners gathered up and put under guard. Free
now to concentrate on “Indigo”, we left Makepeace and marched boldly
towards the camp where we could see the pyrate captain preparing to make
his final stand. He still clutched Miss Lovejoy close in his filthy
hands, no doubt to use her as a shield against us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I
checked the Marines, ordering them to hold their fire and pushed to the
front of their ranks. Holding my sword level at the cur, I screamed out
his name “Indigo, you dog! Come face me!” To my surprise the pyrate
captain pushed through his own men, shoving his lovely hostage into one
of their filthy embrace. His tongue dripped with ire and he spat at me
“Come on then, little boy. I’ll ‘ave your head off, whelp!” I stepped
forward warily, meeting him in the space between both our men and he
rushed me with his cutlass raised. Although skilled, he proved little
match for me and I soon gained the upper hand in the duel, delivering
him a terrible wound. He had cut me also, albeit lightly, but the cheers
of my men sealed his fate, and I soon had him surrendering at sword
point, his eyes wide with fear. He meekly began to appeal to his crew
for assistance, but I cut him off quickly, dragging him back to my men
and dashing any hopes he held for a rescue. I had captured the infamous
pyrate, Captain Thomas “Indigo”. I was about to call for the surrender
of the pyrates when an almighty explosion erupted to our right.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lieutenant
Wigglesworth and his sailors had finally managed to load and fire the
naval gun. The grapeshot blasted the pyrate musketmen still firing from
behind cover. The effect was totally demoralising and although none of
the pyrates were killed, they were near ready to flee. Surprisingly,
Wigglesworth abandoned the gun, ordered his small band to charge and
they rushed at their enemy screaming wildly. The pyrates shrank back
defeated, losing one of their number in the process, and withdrew
hurriedly back into the camp. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And
so it was that Wigglesworth and myself now stood facing down the
remaining pyrates, a ragged band of cutthroats, that still posed some
threat to Miss Lovejoy and the men. I was concerned only for the safety
of the lady and knew our next move must be a cautious one, but
Lieutenant Wigglesworth had a different plan. He skittered down into the
camp, his few sailors in tow, calling out the pyrate first mate, who
led the band now, slashing his rapier left and right. Although I
detested the man, I admired the brave gesture. ‘Twas the very pyrate
mate that had led the charge on Wigglesworth at the gun earlier and seen
him off. Thinking the dandy Lieutenant a push over, the first mate
moved forward issuing his own challenge, “If I defeats ye, me and the
men go free – agreed?” Wigglesworth agreed to the proposal with a nod
and stepped forward, saluting with his rapier. As soon as the first mate
closed, Wigglesworth shouted back to his men “Take him!” Instantly the
jack tars set upon the lone pyrate and quickly overpowered him, before
any of the others could join the melee. A cowardly act for sure, but now
leaderless, every remaining pyrate threw down their arms in surrender.
The day was won!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I
rushed to the aid of Miss Lovejoy, but Wigglesworth moved to her too.
She was near swooning with relief and sobbed tears of elation at her
liberation. It was Captain Makepeace that tended to her thankfully and
immediately seen to her needs. “Well done Gentlemen, well done indeed!”
Makepeace blurted out to us, “Young Mr. Keen, you have captured
“Indigo”, what a splendid effort, the Directors shall hear of this.”
Wigglesworth scowled in my direction, but nodded politely when Miss
Lovejoy caught sight of the action. “Gentlemen” she said, panting in her
pretty voice, “I owe you both a debt of gratitude. You are both so very
brave, my father and fiancée will be ever so grateful.” We both bowed
courteously and when Miss Lovejoy had been escorted off to the <i>Peafowl</i>,
eyed each other most untrustingly. Wigglesworth helped himself to a
small chest amongst the gathered booty and headed off himself and while
the men rounded up the pyrate prisoners and fired their ship, I
contemplated quietly to myself the great deed we had accomplished that
day. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The landing parties approach the beach</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_cj5WcfyBM/UOzSPrGYliI/AAAAAAAABO8/BtJ3or5SeRY/s1600/002.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H_cj5WcfyBM/UOzSPrGYliI/AAAAAAAABO8/BtJ3or5SeRY/s400/002.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lieutenant Wigglesworth's is the first boat to make landfall</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VdooeULf8M/UOzSTGQqJvI/AAAAAAAABPI/Rp8FY6oW8OQ/s1600/003.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VdooeULf8M/UOzSTGQqJvI/AAAAAAAABPI/Rp8FY6oW8OQ/s400/003.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The alarm is raised!!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaOteFB7Rjw/UOzSTUXwnnI/AAAAAAAABPM/8_7YgOX_9ng/s1600/004.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaOteFB7Rjw/UOzSTUXwnnI/AAAAAAAABPM/8_7YgOX_9ng/s400/004.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The bald giant, Quartermaster Briggs, shouts commands to the pyrates</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMKMvt-G54M/UOzSWGrfR_I/AAAAAAAABPY/5r7qPaHvilM/s1600/005.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMKMvt-G54M/UOzSWGrfR_I/AAAAAAAABPY/5r7qPaHvilM/s400/005.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wiggleswoth and his men disembark</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOZswCsKfZI/UOzSYPV-kJI/AAAAAAAABPg/gNg8lc1NDVw/s1600/006.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOZswCsKfZI/UOzSYPV-kJI/AAAAAAAABPg/gNg8lc1NDVw/s400/006.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Captain Makepeace and Ensign Keen are closing </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUkSEmaQI3s/UOzSZDlq8JI/AAAAAAAABPo/TaIq04YJtbs/s1600/007.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUkSEmaQI3s/UOzSZDlq8JI/AAAAAAAABPo/TaIq04YJtbs/s400/007.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pyrates are stirring like angry ants</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0yZZJ13wEc/UOzSbSFJueI/AAAAAAAABPw/liGhM2Tc2PU/s1600/008.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0yZZJ13wEc/UOzSbSFJueI/AAAAAAAABPw/liGhM2Tc2PU/s400/008.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">First Mate, Razuul rouses the cutthroats</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkbo5ZLzixQ/UOzSbjkZlEI/AAAAAAAABP0/kk83tzGm3os/s1600/009.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkbo5ZLzixQ/UOzSbjkZlEI/AAAAAAAABP0/kk83tzGm3os/s400/009.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Korsan Gurpreet and a mob of pyrate musketmen</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flYhCp1MlBY/UOzSdszHefI/AAAAAAAABP8/f1bGojN4ikw/s1600/010.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flYhCp1MlBY/UOzSdszHefI/AAAAAAAABP8/f1bGojN4ikw/s400/010.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hoorah! Captain Makepeace arrives</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcRU-2Tc7Z4/UOzV8U0D_xI/AAAAAAAABQg/YPgejkUkl5U/s1600/011.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcRU-2Tc7Z4/UOzV8U0D_xI/AAAAAAAABQg/YPgejkUkl5U/s400/011.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Makepeace orders Wigglesworth into cover</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oGEm5rURbA/UOzV8Y1dfLI/AAAAAAAABQk/GGIBMrB4rgY/s1600/012.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--oGEm5rURbA/UOzV8Y1dfLI/AAAAAAAABQk/GGIBMrB4rgY/s400/012.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The infamous Captain Thomas "Indigo" and his hostage, Miss Lovejoy</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-ExQlCAdPg/UOzV9kCVukI/AAAAAAAABQo/RpX18Jbq5nQ/s1600/013.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-ExQlCAdPg/UOzV9kCVukI/AAAAAAAABQo/RpX18Jbq5nQ/s400/013.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pyrates move into a defensive position</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBwSoKBltn0/UOzWDS4-g9I/AAAAAAAABQ8/oHH2ZHpCDN4/s1600/014.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBwSoKBltn0/UOzWDS4-g9I/AAAAAAAABQ8/oHH2ZHpCDN4/s400/014.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wigglesworth chances a look at the enemy</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4j9x-9ebAY/UOzWCWkVuvI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zI6MQTok46I/s1600/015.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4j9x-9ebAY/UOzWCWkVuvI/AAAAAAAABQ4/zI6MQTok46I/s400/015.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Keen arrives finally and orders his men to disembark</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgomBawv7hY/UOzWDa9J8iI/AAAAAAAABRA/xG2bckeklHY/s1600/016.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgomBawv7hY/UOzWDa9J8iI/AAAAAAAABRA/xG2bckeklHY/s400/016.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A chaotic scene at the boats</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NZbASSVi4w/UOzWGAOqTwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/6WzKLOYIr6s/s1600/017.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8NZbASSVi4w/UOzWGAOqTwI/AAAAAAAABRQ/6WzKLOYIr6s/s400/017.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Under orders, Seaman Sprays moves off with his men</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0cZaczb22Y/UOzWH2cq_II/AAAAAAAABRY/M1AlNfFMSbA/s1600/019.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o0cZaczb22Y/UOzWH2cq_II/AAAAAAAABRY/M1AlNfFMSbA/s400/019.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The jack tars round the <i>Blue Raja</i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgkbsQNs8iY/UOzWIpsBUGI/AAAAAAAABRc/So4bv2SgwsA/s1600/020.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zgkbsQNs8iY/UOzWIpsBUGI/AAAAAAAABRc/So4bv2SgwsA/s400/020.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pyrate musketmen take up positions in the rocks</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tn4YOXCL1Aw/UOzYsFPZLlI/AAAAAAAABSE/M9E3OfDpp0I/s1600/021.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tn4YOXCL1Aw/UOzYsFPZLlI/AAAAAAAABSE/M9E3OfDpp0I/s400/021.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quartermaster Briggs, leads a band of pyrates headed for the British</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sk4T20tGwco/UOzYrfqbAoI/AAAAAAAABSA/h0MhxSBH4hU/s1600/022.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sk4T20tGwco/UOzYrfqbAoI/AAAAAAAABSA/h0MhxSBH4hU/s400/022.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The jack tars gather out of sight</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORt9X2yRL_c/UOzYv5yj3AI/AAAAAAAABSU/zXhyz-oGqKk/s1600/023.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORt9X2yRL_c/UOzYv5yj3AI/AAAAAAAABSU/zXhyz-oGqKk/s400/023.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sergeant Maddox organises the Marines into two units...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abVylKXDeMU/UOzY0045cdI/AAAAAAAABSg/AT3pZ10s33o/s1600/025.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-abVylKXDeMU/UOzY0045cdI/AAAAAAAABSg/AT3pZ10s33o/s400/025.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...and opens fire!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VS3YelN9Y3o/UOzYvPspuaI/AAAAAAAABSQ/usJY1Rk_JIo/s1600/024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="277" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VS3YelN9Y3o/UOzYvPspuaI/AAAAAAAABSQ/usJY1Rk_JIo/s400/024.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pyrate mob gets closer</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXkOqpl8kzE/UOzY1X3GCAI/AAAAAAAABSk/Fl-Tj7Eo1GE/s400/026.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wigglesworth is ordered to "Man those guns!!"</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCTIvX-kXks/UOzY2aO6cNI/AAAAAAAABSs/Hzq7Xd-GxQI/s1600/027.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCTIvX-kXks/UOzY2aO6cNI/AAAAAAAABSs/Hzq7Xd-GxQI/s400/027.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The sailors rush to take the guns...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4or9oLnb7c/UOzY7SUuWAI/AAAAAAAABS8/ffMZ5f4jsxQ/s1600/028.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m4or9oLnb7c/UOzY7SUuWAI/AAAAAAAABS8/ffMZ5f4jsxQ/s400/028.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...and come under fire from the rocks.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sergeant Maddox moves his Marines up to support Wigglesworth...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...and returns fire on the enemy</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Keen suffers from tactical indecision...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhtEOtfcp_Y/UOzbwXkNzJI/AAAAAAAABTo/jD1m8k_AX5k/s400/032.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...but eventually moves his men toward the pyrates</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The jack tars throw their backs into positioning a cannon</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDGHrBgp-c/UOzb3zyaKNI/AAAAAAAABUI/81U66--I1Gg/s1600/035.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDGHrBgp-c/UOzb3zyaKNI/AAAAAAAABUI/81U66--I1Gg/s400/035.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pyrates spy the threat and charge ahead, through a volley from Keen's Marines</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XAUTEicK64/UOzb36KhgRI/AAAAAAAABUM/fdvX53bkIRg/s400/036.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pyrates in the rocks pour fire onto the Marines</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQK6Sf_-rcU/UOzb5fzFqwI/AAAAAAAABUU/FS2B4yvMH7Y/s1600/037.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQK6Sf_-rcU/UOzb5fzFqwI/AAAAAAAABUU/FS2B4yvMH7Y/s400/037.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Maddox's Marines try to check the charge...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JK3oOXDsqY4/UOzb_s3J9TI/AAAAAAAABUw/Wf1pYtCUJHw/s1600/038.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JK3oOXDsqY4/UOzb_s3J9TI/AAAAAAAABUw/Wf1pYtCUJHw/s400/038.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...but fails, and a bloody melee is joined over possession of the guns</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DLWWT0bBIM/UOzcAGAWeQI/AAAAAAAABU0/v28fhDLeuQQ/s1600/039.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DLWWT0bBIM/UOzcAGAWeQI/AAAAAAAABU0/v28fhDLeuQQ/s400/039.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lieutenant Wigglesworth is wounded and retreats to the boats</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHg_CAF7CqA/UOzb-Znm_jI/AAAAAAAABUo/UO-ymQELqSE/s1600/040.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHg_CAF7CqA/UOzb-Znm_jI/AAAAAAAABUo/UO-ymQELqSE/s400/040.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Maddox's men fire on the victorious pyrates...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOTtVcb5FhA/UOzf87J6MQI/AAAAAAAABVc/Rw0mjHXk-o8/s1600/041.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOTtVcb5FhA/UOzf87J6MQI/AAAAAAAABVc/Rw0mjHXk-o8/s400/041.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...which sees them flee right into the path of Keen's men</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGPu2XUtTvI/UOzf_MZjY7I/AAAAAAAABVk/oVLNUTu6rWo/s1600/043.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGPu2XUtTvI/UOzf_MZjY7I/AAAAAAAABVk/oVLNUTu6rWo/s400/043.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Even "Indigo" can't halt their flight and they flee</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWr8kgcfFyE/UOzgBfEKMgI/AAAAAAAABVw/vQeykYyoMmY/s1600/044.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWr8kgcfFyE/UOzgBfEKMgI/AAAAAAAABVw/vQeykYyoMmY/s400/044.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quartermaster Briggs orders a charge into Maddox's Marines...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmWjkBE-mtg/UOzgDEsU-1I/AAAAAAAABV4/EFa0ElWlbYc/s1600/045.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BmWjkBE-mtg/UOzgDEsU-1I/AAAAAAAABV4/EFa0ElWlbYc/s400/045.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...with the pyrates being killed to a man - Briggs himself is badly wounded and captured</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-mC7jBu76s/UOzhVn5BCRI/AAAAAAAABWM/h0I7wW6Wv0E/s1600/047a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-mC7jBu76s/UOzhVn5BCRI/AAAAAAAABWM/h0I7wW6Wv0E/s400/047a.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Wigglesworth skulks back to the guns, now the danger is past</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AaLYXoUoxA/UOzhVqN1PMI/AAAAAAAABWQ/gAyBvh0M25c/s1600/047.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AaLYXoUoxA/UOzhVqN1PMI/AAAAAAAABWQ/gAyBvh0M25c/s400/047.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">His men position and load the cannon</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzfSuWNQnSQ/UOzhXnTr_oI/AAAAAAAABWg/9YBXJxaWiLM/s1600/048.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzfSuWNQnSQ/UOzhXnTr_oI/AAAAAAAABWg/9YBXJxaWiLM/s400/048.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Makepeace performs a classic flank maneuver...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCtXn0OsWdQ/UOzhZZB07iI/AAAAAAAABWo/8sAEICMSiZM/s1600/049.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCtXn0OsWdQ/UOzhZZB07iI/AAAAAAAABWo/8sAEICMSiZM/s400/049.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...overwhelming a fleeing band of pyrates and capturing them alive</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNr7lvl_YGE/UOzhaIOf6EI/AAAAAAAABWs/LZjglbrmQZo/s1600/050.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNr7lvl_YGE/UOzhaIOf6EI/AAAAAAAABWs/LZjglbrmQZo/s400/050.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Keen confronts "Indigo" and calls the cur out</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVO-tZw-lEc/UOziTCsBLiI/AAAAAAAABXc/83nrjWugTTI/s1600/051.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVO-tZw-lEc/UOziTCsBLiI/AAAAAAAABXc/83nrjWugTTI/s400/051.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pyrate captain accepts and Keen soundly out swords him</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FtRzsEKTns/UOziTQTD3jI/AAAAAAAABXg/F48meh0hlxk/s1600/052.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FtRzsEKTns/UOziTQTD3jI/AAAAAAAABXg/F48meh0hlxk/s400/052.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The gun fires grapeshot into the pyrate musketmen...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0N4YTSUGFQ/UOziRqrzIcI/AAAAAAAABXU/dLJdonnNhJk/s1600/053.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0N4YTSUGFQ/UOziRqrzIcI/AAAAAAAABXU/dLJdonnNhJk/s400/053.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...and Wigglesworth follows it up with a wild charge...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vX6T5uPED44/UOzjVHhcLeI/AAAAAAAABYY/4gG0B7nuWHw/s400/058.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...that drives the pyrates from their defensive position</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMukPXAN7Qc/UOziUisxVmI/AAAAAAAABXo/zRuR96nu9N4/s1600/055.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMukPXAN7Qc/UOziUisxVmI/AAAAAAAABXo/zRuR96nu9N4/s400/055.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Keen drags "Indigo" back to his men - the pyrate captain is captured - Hoorah!!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3C5CAQm0EE/UOzjUmNGrHI/AAAAAAAABYU/c1HRJRttk1c/s1600/059.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V3C5CAQm0EE/UOzjUmNGrHI/AAAAAAAABYU/c1HRJRttk1c/s400/059.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Challenging the last remaining pyrate leader to a duel, Wigglesworth has his men apprehend him</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KB1jLNNDAI/UOzjXo01YMI/AAAAAAAABYo/Y-8IfFOlnDE/s1600/060.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KB1jLNNDAI/UOzjXo01YMI/AAAAAAAABYo/Y-8IfFOlnDE/s400/060.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The day is won, the remaining pyrates surrender...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XV82Gox3Rk/UOzjXvHythI/AAAAAAAABYs/2rWimqMAc7w/s1600/061.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XV82Gox3Rk/UOzjXvHythI/AAAAAAAABYs/2rWimqMAc7w/s400/061.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">...their leaders captured and chained</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpMjO_hBmek/UOzjY1w1EJI/AAAAAAAABY0/TVwDMKyemD0/s1600/062.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpMjO_hBmek/UOzjY1w1EJI/AAAAAAAABY0/TVwDMKyemD0/s400/062.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But the real reward is the rescue of Miss Elizabeth Lovejoy</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This
game was played on the 30th December using the Sharp Practice rules. I
played the role of the Pyrates and Umpire, while Dave played the British
Marines and Christian the British Tars. This is the first official game
of our Indostan campaign.<br /><br />As is typical of these games “our
hero”, Ensign Archibald Keen, had an amazing run of bad luck with
regards to having his Big Man card show up. It took Dave ages to get
Keen into play, but eventually he did and things started to look up for
him. Lieutenant Wigglesworth was Christian’s own doing. He had converted
and painted up his figure and wanted to play a dandy. What better man
than Wigglesworth to serve as Keen’s adversary. All in all a great
effort by the British, having fulfilled the scenario goals wholly and
completely. <br /><br />Unfortunately the old Kodak ran out of batteries
just as things were hotting up and I was forced to resort to my HTC
mobile phone. The resulting images were less than great, but under the
circumstances had to suffice. Apologies for the poor pics.<br /><br />Most of the pirate figures belonged to our late friend <a href="http://adventuresinlead.blogspot.com.au/2011/03/rip-rotary.html" target="_blank">Rotary</a>,
who had them painted up for a LoTHS campaign, but unfortunately never
got to play a single game with them. Let’s hope they did him proud in
their inaugural battle. This one’s for you old mate.<br /><br />Lastly the small spiky bushes you see scattered about the table were kindly donated to Indostan by Mad Guru, of the amazing <a href="http://maiwandday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Maiwand Day Blog</a>.
Anyone with an interest in the British conflicts in Afghanistan must
check this site out. I owe Mad Guru a long overdue thanks for being such
a kind bloke and sending me a small package full of plastic bushes for
free, and at considerable expense to himself. I would have publicly
thanked him much earlier, but this is the first game I have used them
in. The generosity of gentlemen wargamers never ceases to amaze me –
hats of to the Mad Guru!!</span></div>
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Furthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14674100385672908858noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936974293700309868.post-1927393114423151992012-12-17T01:03:00.003-08:002012-12-28T11:53:21.878-08:00Captain Makepeace's Daring Rescue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Taken from the journal of Captain Henry Makepeace,
commanding officer of the British East Indostan ship, <i>Peafowl</i>, after the events
of the rescue of the Company envoy, Mr. Jonathon Smythe. <span style="color: #ffe599;">(Click the images to enlarge)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Download the Big Men cards for this game <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/view/?pgp6tnl3p3gd3al">here</a><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/view/?pgp6tnl3p3gd3al"> </a></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Having received distinct orders from the Governor, whom had reiterated
the importance of my mission numerous times, we left Bumbay with all due haste,
heading south along the coast. Our goal was a tiny coastal village some many
miles away in the Indostani Princedom of Pisswah, a domain allied to our enemy the
French. Here, we had on good authority, was imprisoned a Company envoy, one Mr.
Jonathon Smythe, whom had been unfortunately captured some days ago while
entertaining negotiations with a rebellious Pisswahan noble. Sparing Mr. Smythe
the loss of his head, the local Zemindar instead had been ordered to detain our
man and await a French ship, the likes of which would spirit the prisoner away
for interrogation. This of course could not be allowed to happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">On arrival within the vicinity of the village, and after
much surveillance, I had the <i>Peafowl</i>’s boats lowered. Fearing an attack by
French naval forces or worse still an assault by pyrates, I was forced to keep
the landing parties down to a modest size, so the <i>Peafowl </i>would function should
she be assailed. I took with me a squad of stalwart Bumbay Marines, under Lieutenant
Maggott, and a score of jack tars to orchestrate the landing. There had been no
troop movements in the village worthy of note heralded by our arrival, so
figured our numbers would suffice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">With ease our boats landed on the outskirts of the deserted
village, the place being a miserable collection of native hovels, and the men all
disembarked. For a moment I feared our intelligence had been false or at least
the natives here had caught wind of the rescue attempt and moved off with Mr.
Smythe in tow. But as I ordered the men off to search the village a terrible commotion
erupted from the underbrush to our right. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">First Mate, Seaman Sprays, ever keen to eject himself into
danger had stumbled across a large mob of wallahs secreted amongst the shrubbery.
As Sprays closed on their position, all the wallahs sprang up and unleashed a
ragged volley into his men, killing two of the sailors where they stood. Caught
quite off guard Seaman Sprays pulled the men back into the safety of an
outlying hovel, allowing Lieutenant Maggott and the marines to move up and
exchange a devastating fire with the blaggards. The wallahs were unnerved by
the volley and cowered in the brush, their inferior matchlocks out of range of
the marines. Sprays took the opportunity to search the hovel he was sheltered beside
but found it void of anyone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">By this time I had advanced into the village myself and was
moving to search a nearby building when, from the upper window of a large
abode, a hail of inaccurate shot fell upon me and the men. To make matters
worse across the village upon the roof of the largest building appeared more
musket armed men. Casting a glance through the building where I stood, in the
hope of finding Mr. Smythe, I yelled for some tars to assault the closest of
the buildings and while they crossed the open ground before it, the other group
of enemy perched on the rooftop opened fire, checking them. Again their volley
was inconsequential, but by some luck a plume of black smoke slowly rose from
their very position, as something caught alight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As the flames and smoke grew, more of the enemy burst from
the building at ground level, spluttering and coughing. Amongst them was a
figure of authority, the local Zemindar, and it occurred to me that here at
last was the leader of this rabble. The men on the burning roof shimmied down a
ladder and joint their leaders own men gathering together in the village
center. If only the marines had entered the village proper I would have poured
volleys into the devils before they could form, but alas the redcoats were
skirting the outside of the village.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hearing my plight, Sergeant Guthrie on the left, led his
marines through the backdoor of the building where the enemy musket men were situated,
in an attempt to drive them out. Should he take the upper floor he would
control a commanding view of the battlefield. Meanwhile, Lieutenant Maggott,
still facing the wallahs on the right, had his own problems, as the enemy
havildar ordered the wallahs to charge the marines. It was an ambitious notion,
for as the natives led a ragged charge, the marines delivered them a devastating
barrage that left many of them dead, forcing the survivors back into the
underbrush.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the interim, Seaman Sprays, had taken his men over a wall
in an attempt to flank the enemy, and unknowingly landed himself amongst a herd
of goats penned into the area. He quickly loosed his pistol and the nervous
beasts, as one, fled from him and his men, out into the village center, to the
dismay of their herder. The goats did distract from the fire that the Zemindar
and his men were unleashing on us, whom we were now, coming under quite a considerable
threat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sergeant Guthrie’s men, whom were preparing to mount the
stairs to the upper level, were suddenly and without warning charged by a large
force of screaming wallahs, whom tore from the trees behind them. The marines
were caught unawares and a terrible fight erupted in the confines of the building,
which eventually spilled into the village center. Such was the ferocity of the
wallah’s sudden attack that Guthrie and his men were ejected and retreated from
the crazed tulwar wielding natives. The fleeing marines passed right between
the Zemindar’s musket men, and the brute ordered fire onto them, killing
several.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Looking to secure their success, the blood crazed wallahs
poured from the building in pursuit of the marines, but instead ran headlong
into a gang of jack tars. Again a terrible melee ensued, and although the tars were heavily outnumbered, they gave the wallahs their best, and
amongst pistol shots and a rousing sea shanty the enemy were driven off and
fled. Alas half the sailors had been brought down in the scrap and as soon as
the fleeing enemy had passed through the Zemindar’s own line, they fired a
volley into the surviving jack tars, which finally proved too much for them,
and the brave sailors headed for the boats.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thankfully Guthrie’s marines checked their flight and pulled
up before me, forming a screen between the enemy line and myself. The well
drilled men poured fire into the musket men, and then following a rousing beseech
for revenge, followed my orders and charged the left of the enemy line. They
fought bravely, but had suffered much already and were forced back in good
order, a number of them overcome. I was yelling for Lieutenant Maggott and his
marines, but the sounds of their own steady volleys drowned out my voice. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maggott’s men had been pouring on so much fire that a heavy
pall of smoke hung in the air between the marines and the wallahs, who although
severely beaten still posed a threat. The smoke was so thick that neither group
could see the other. Maggott took this opportunity to bring his men into the
village, under the cover of the smoke screen, and on seeing the reinforcements
finally arrive, I gathered the sailors that still remained and pushed them to
charge the enemy line.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was then that from an alley I spied Seaman Sprays leading
an attack against the Zemindar himself. So vicious and sudden was his attack
that after a bloody melee the Zemindar and what men he had left fell back
running, abandoning the barricade they defended. The butcher’s bill was heavy
though and all but two of Sprays sailors lay dying on the ground. The enemy I
was charging fired a volley into us, and God be praised only one of us fell.
With my battle cry and a sickening thud we smashed into their line. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So desperate a fight, have I never seen. The crew fought
like men possessed and Imbelayo, a giant dark skinned seaman, struck the
helmeted head of the enemy havildar a bone crunching blow that sent him
reeling. I myself was set upon by two of the enemy and after dispatching one, was
struck a terrible wound by the other, who dropped his wicked tulwar across my
knee, near severing it. Although we did not break them the enemy were on the
brink of fleeing, clutching their fallen havildar in preparation to take flight.
Alas it was we who fell back, my men half dragging me from the battle, my leg
next to useless, if not for their bravery; I would have been surely taken by
the enemy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But while we battled for our very lives, Seaman Sprays took
notice of a dog pawing at the door of a small hovel, and did then hear shouts
from within in the English tongue. It was none other than Mr. Smythe imprisoned
in the tiny room, whom was hoarse through shouting out for help, throughout the
entire engagement. Sprays and his men quickly led Mr. Smythe away, back the way
they had come through the goat pen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Truth be told, I remember only parts of what happened next,
dropping in and out of consciousness, the pain in my leg so great. I am told
that the marines covered our withdrawal from the village and although we were
fired upon again, my men helped me get back to the boats without further
incident. The marines fell back in an orderly fashion and embarked themselves.
From the safety of the boat, I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Smythe for the
first time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">“Good Mr. Smythe I said, I apologise for not standing Sir,
but you see I have suffered a scratch just now. I hope you will do the honor
Sir of accompanying me aboard the, <i>Peafowl</i>, where we will endeavor to return
you safely to Bumbay at our first opportunity.” Mr. Smythe replied, “My good
Sir, I am delighted to meet your acquaintance, and hate to be a bother, but I seem
to have been separated from my effects, and wonder would it be not too much of a
bother to return to the village for them?” “Why, Mr. Smythe,” I proclaimed “I
am sorry to disappoint you but the Company will have to reimburse you for your
losses. You see, I have lost many men today, securing you from the enemy and a
French frigate could arrive at any moment to apprehend us.” “Jolly good,”
Smythe replied, “perhaps then Captain Makepeace I could borrow some of your
snuff, I’ve seemed to misplace mine.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As the <i>Peafowl </i>drew anchor and set sail for Bumbay, I
glimpsed through my glass the Zemindar and his men returning to the village to
survey our handy work. It would be a long time before they forgot the name, Captain
Henry Makepeace and the events surrounding his daring rescue! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> This game was played on Friday the 14th of December using the
Sharp Practice rules. I played the role of Umpire and the Indostanis, while
Christian played the British. We were meant to start the campaign proper and I
had painstakingly prepared a completely different scenario (and table), but as
usual, we had a late cancellation and were very close to cancelling the entire
game outright. Luckily we did not.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This has probably been my most favorite Sharp Practice game
played to date. There were so many cool elements that happened and the game ran
very smoothly, was fast paced and we actually reached a conclusion. What a great
first run by Christian, who played a great game, grasped the rules brilliantly,
thought outside the square, and was a very gentlemanly opponent. Hats off to
that man!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My favorite parts were the building catching aflame after a
random event, forcing the enemy out of their stronghold, and Seaman Sprays
shooing the goat herd out the gates in an attempt to baulk the enemy. Very
cool!! Hopefully we will get to play the actual first scenario soon, but this
will serve as a great introduction to Captain Makepeace, who I believe we have
not seen the last of. Thanks for reading.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The men of the BEIC ship, <i>Peafowl, </i>disembark at the village</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The village seems deserted</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Captain Makepeace makes landfall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sergeant Guthrie and some Bumbay Marines</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seaman Sprays and his Jolly Jack Tars</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lieutenant Maggott leads the marines off the boats</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the left the marines and sailors surge forward towards the village</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makepeace leads his men towards the closest building, in search of Mr. Smythe</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays is undone! Wallahs!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking casualties, he beats a hasty retreat</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maggott's marines move up and pour fire on the Wallahs</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--kITGRU-U5Y/UM6oJjcvhWI/AAAAAAAABBY/OjeqbFmkSUM/s1600/011a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--kITGRU-U5Y/UM6oJjcvhWI/AAAAAAAABBY/OjeqbFmkSUM/s400/011a.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Wallahs shrink from the accurate volley</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAfwr4cFzIk/UM6nW1kaEdI/AAAAAAAABAA/7YmWqwToD8s/s1600/012.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAfwr4cFzIk/UM6nW1kaEdI/AAAAAAAABAA/7YmWqwToD8s/s400/012.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays investigates a hovel - empty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVCpRmhgkhA/UM6nZKzaD5I/AAAAAAAABAI/ZFNyHs6jo48/s1600/013.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eVCpRmhgkhA/UM6nZKzaD5I/AAAAAAAABAI/ZFNyHs6jo48/s400/013.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makepeace enters the village proper and...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3YmZiks55C8/UM6nb5k7bAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rwFUgifH3tI/s1600/013a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3YmZiks55C8/UM6nb5k7bAI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rwFUgifH3tI/s400/013a.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...searches the nearest abode - empty!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKQ_-WX8ARo/UM6neq0QKuI/AAAAAAAABAY/T64y6AFX3js/s1600/014.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKQ_-WX8ARo/UM6neq0QKuI/AAAAAAAABAY/T64y6AFX3js/s400/014.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Suddenly Makepeace is fired upon from the upper floor of a building</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoLfAMYfMwg/UM6nhWaYZ6I/AAAAAAAABAg/ooTea_oz6hM/s1600/015.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoLfAMYfMwg/UM6nhWaYZ6I/AAAAAAAABAg/ooTea_oz6hM/s400/015.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More enemy appear before them</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6d7yLdOGIZA/UM6nj1GfECI/AAAAAAAABAo/0B75lxvmzso/s1600/016.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6d7yLdOGIZA/UM6nj1GfECI/AAAAAAAABAo/0B75lxvmzso/s400/016.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack tars rush for the new threat</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MH2TuPv82QQ/UM6nl61SJTI/AAAAAAAABAw/4hGXnL3S9WU/s1600/017.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MH2TuPv82QQ/UM6nl61SJTI/AAAAAAAABAw/4hGXnL3S9WU/s400/017.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A whisp of smoke emerges from the large building...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLbtQENzUI/UM6nojOqtVI/AAAAAAAABA4/n5zfL3Jm1G4/s1600/017a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLbtQENzUI/UM6nojOqtVI/AAAAAAAABA4/n5zfL3Jm1G4/s400/017a.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and builds into a large fire </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkTTridhcvg/UM6nrIbLRdI/AAAAAAAABBA/OhXEPYzHvh0/s1600/018.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkTTridhcvg/UM6nrIbLRdI/AAAAAAAABBA/OhXEPYzHvh0/s400/018.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spluttering and coughing the Zemindar appears</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KazN9x0O7_g/UM6ntQeVckI/AAAAAAAABBI/PJNosspk0N8/s1600/019.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KazN9x0O7_g/UM6ntQeVckI/AAAAAAAABBI/PJNosspk0N8/s400/019.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guthrie leads the marines against the hidden musket men...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBXUFFmP92Y/UM6nv3o-yHI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VbxNP8bgRj0/s1600/020.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBXUFFmP92Y/UM6nv3o-yHI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VbxNP8bgRj0/s400/020.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...while the rest of the enemy gather before the large building...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Cc4iNo45dw/UM6qClUpmbI/AAAAAAAABBg/1IEBwD1cIsQ/s1600/021.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Cc4iNo45dw/UM6qClUpmbI/AAAAAAAABBg/1IEBwD1cIsQ/s400/021.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and man a barricade there</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ps-ZvdaScM/UM6qFD3KyzI/AAAAAAAABBo/1_7wDVe4B3s/s1600/022.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ps-ZvdaScM/UM6qFD3KyzI/AAAAAAAABBo/1_7wDVe4B3s/s400/022.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile the Wallahs mount a charge at Maggott's men...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22JYVgGX4Fg/UM6qIAl6IUI/AAAAAAAABBw/He2jK3oxT8Y/s1600/023.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22JYVgGX4Fg/UM6qIAl6IUI/AAAAAAAABBw/He2jK3oxT8Y/s400/023.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...suffer a devastating volley...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbBN05Tp-V8/UM6qLL768MI/AAAAAAAABB4/pO6X9EmEOxM/s1600/023a.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbBN05Tp-V8/UM6qLL768MI/AAAAAAAABB4/pO6X9EmEOxM/s400/023a.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and the survivors are forced to find cover or flee</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIHC_aWpeNo/UM6qN2-pExI/AAAAAAAABCA/5MCQuER7hIY/s1600/024.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIHC_aWpeNo/UM6qN2-pExI/AAAAAAAABCA/5MCQuER7hIY/s400/024.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Over a wall, Sprays lands in a livestock pen...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LOjvkHMzcM/UM6qQB6rojI/AAAAAAAABCI/FeGMZRLI1fM/s1600/025.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LOjvkHMzcM/UM6qQB6rojI/AAAAAAAABCI/FeGMZRLI1fM/s400/025.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and loosing his pistol, shoos the goats before him</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VHq3sdU4YQ/UM6qSoOPTxI/AAAAAAAABCQ/xVeLPGnJXLw/s1600/026.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VHq3sdU4YQ/UM6qSoOPTxI/AAAAAAAABCQ/xVeLPGnJXLw/s400/026.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The goats pour into the village center, distracting the Zemindar's men</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kQc3J7Uo08/UM6qVkBmd7I/AAAAAAAABCY/51yRYgtPp2g/s1600/027.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kQc3J7Uo08/UM6qVkBmd7I/AAAAAAAABCY/51yRYgtPp2g/s400/027.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makepeace falls under fire from the enemy's line</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lCCgrPHd3E/UM6qYRlcv7I/AAAAAAAABCg/YAWudd_fsug/s1600/028.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lCCgrPHd3E/UM6qYRlcv7I/AAAAAAAABCg/YAWudd_fsug/s400/028.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A hidden mob of Wallahs rushes Guthrie and his marines</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnHrxP2PGv0/UM6qcGQvc4I/AAAAAAAABCo/9e_NbGCShpU/s1600/029.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnHrxP2PGv0/UM6qcGQvc4I/AAAAAAAABCo/9e_NbGCShpU/s400/029.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fight pours out into the street...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TOklxFpxPA/UM6qfEgraXI/AAAAAAAABCw/Fk4zODqgNrw/s1600/030.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TOklxFpxPA/UM6qfEgraXI/AAAAAAAABCw/Fk4zODqgNrw/s400/030.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and the marines fall back, beaten</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKsIyaOUCfk/UM6r4Xb2MuI/AAAAAAAABC4/BaLnLrmHiE4/s1600/031.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKsIyaOUCfk/UM6r4Xb2MuI/AAAAAAAABC4/BaLnLrmHiE4/s400/031.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The enemy line opens fire on the marines, killing two men</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p06kKDeHnJg/UM6r7uq_YTI/AAAAAAAABDA/rpsXoflBupY/s1600/032.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p06kKDeHnJg/UM6r7uq_YTI/AAAAAAAABDA/rpsXoflBupY/s400/032.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The matelots come into conflict with the victorious wallahs...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udX7HWAWkCs/UM6r9zm5UvI/AAAAAAAABDI/xlFgq_lv3Sg/s1600/033.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udX7HWAWkCs/UM6r9zm5UvI/AAAAAAAABDI/xlFgq_lv3Sg/s400/033.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...but see them off, although they take a beating</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pk4vuinih10/UM6sBJwecLI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ZLN2BL9fP3w/s1600/034.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pk4vuinih10/UM6sBJwecLI/AAAAAAAABDQ/ZLN2BL9fP3w/s400/034.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enemy fire routes them for good and they head for the boats</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dphzlCPIcrw/UM6sEFrrTfI/AAAAAAAABDY/bXARiStgVgY/s1600/036.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dphzlCPIcrw/UM6sEFrrTfI/AAAAAAAABDY/bXARiStgVgY/s400/036.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The goats are off too, and Maggott takes a moment to consider supper</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93b2lGICWn0/UM6sHm0WVJI/AAAAAAAABDg/g2Gfb1tIwsA/s1600/037.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-93b2lGICWn0/UM6sHm0WVJI/AAAAAAAABDg/g2Gfb1tIwsA/s400/037.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makpeace checks the marines and sets them against the enemy...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qS_u6fQL8c/UM6sLdwpYCI/AAAAAAAABDo/levnppxOqGo/s1600/038.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qS_u6fQL8c/UM6sLdwpYCI/AAAAAAAABDo/levnppxOqGo/s400/038.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...they give a volley and charge...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqc1qFiCKHU/UM6sOOT5H7I/AAAAAAAABDw/RPRlQUi5jHo/s1600/039.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqc1qFiCKHU/UM6sOOT5H7I/AAAAAAAABDw/RPRlQUi5jHo/s400/039.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...but having suffered already are beaten back again</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOKeKtJ9XII/UM6sRGG0XdI/AAAAAAAABD4/sbuKm2IKB08/s1600/040.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOKeKtJ9XII/UM6sRGG0XdI/AAAAAAAABD4/sbuKm2IKB08/s400/040.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The firing from Maggott's marines cause a thick smoke pall to form between the wallahs...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8y-b2UY0xxE/UM60JXWZWgI/AAAAAAAABEU/Irb3hYZHd48/s1600/041.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8y-b2UY0xxE/UM60JXWZWgI/AAAAAAAABEU/Irb3hYZHd48/s400/041.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and they take the opportunity to join their comrades</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CqKmGAjMZc/UM60NGbbqoI/AAAAAAAABEc/4C8YT0xqmKs/s1600/042.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CqKmGAjMZc/UM60NGbbqoI/AAAAAAAABEc/4C8YT0xqmKs/s400/042.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makepeace leads a charge against the enemy, which falls short</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfPFDiHg1k/UM60tI_mW8I/AAAAAAAABFk/EqpoKcuJyso/s1600/035.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kpfPFDiHg1k/UM60tI_mW8I/AAAAAAAABFk/EqpoKcuJyso/s400/035.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While Seaman Sprays leads his man around to the Zemindar's flank...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cisVHAeCy4o/UM60QdrnRNI/AAAAAAAABEk/-9ttQDDZD3I/s1600/043.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cisVHAeCy4o/UM60QdrnRNI/AAAAAAAABEk/-9ttQDDZD3I/s400/043.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...charges the enemy's flank...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndW7y9hlfxo/UM60THH9OpI/AAAAAAAABEs/Gt-qwJn80vY/s1600/044.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndW7y9hlfxo/UM60THH9OpI/AAAAAAAABEs/Gt-qwJn80vY/s400/044.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and in a desperate and bloody melee forces the Zemindar and his men to retreat</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5dp09wN-n4/UM60Vr-N4FI/AAAAAAAABE0/X8LzCUJHpjU/s1600/045.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5dp09wN-n4/UM60Vr-N4FI/AAAAAAAABE0/X8LzCUJHpjU/s400/045.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Zemindar falls back, bloodied, but not beaten</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TH2zPcubyss/UM60bbTZbLI/AAAAAAAABFE/sc-9br8oWF0/s1600/047.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TH2zPcubyss/UM60bbTZbLI/AAAAAAAABFE/sc-9br8oWF0/s400/047.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Facing a volley, Makepeace forces the charge home...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uc9lDW7h3EQ/UM60erNmIGI/AAAAAAAABFM/KhHhUb67_jk/s1600/048.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uc9lDW7h3EQ/UM60erNmIGI/AAAAAAAABFM/KhHhUb67_jk/s400/048.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and battle is joined!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JOV5-elmqs/UM60hdR54rI/AAAAAAAABFU/g0VjvoWGzlo/s1600/049.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JOV5-elmqs/UM60hdR54rI/AAAAAAAABFU/g0VjvoWGzlo/s400/049.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The enemy havildar is struck down, but Makepeace suffers a bad wound also and is dragged from the melee</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6FDv8vTElE/UM60j8T46zI/AAAAAAAABFc/bKX5vz8hnR0/s1600/050.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x6FDv8vTElE/UM60j8T46zI/AAAAAAAABFc/bKX5vz8hnR0/s400/050.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sprays finds Mr. Smythe at last...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krNBxSnmPCc/UM62P7CL1bI/AAAAAAAABFs/SvLUpIonspM/s1600/051.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-krNBxSnmPCc/UM62P7CL1bI/AAAAAAAABFs/SvLUpIonspM/s400/051.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and retreats with him back the way they have come</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIw4EWIu8UI/UM62S1QKyZI/AAAAAAAABF0/dWq_d6VNl48/s1600/052.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIw4EWIu8UI/UM62S1QKyZI/AAAAAAAABF0/dWq_d6VNl48/s400/052.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The marines cover the retreat of Captain Makepeace...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im5TGr2e0e0/UM62Vnde_eI/AAAAAAAABF8/LrN32nfPr6Q/s1600/053.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im5TGr2e0e0/UM62Vnde_eI/AAAAAAAABF8/LrN32nfPr6Q/s400/053.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...and they themselves withdraw in turn...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9yimW2_N8c/UM62ZNuVOgI/AAAAAAAABGE/sC009RMcU3I/s1600/054.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9yimW2_N8c/UM62ZNuVOgI/AAAAAAAABGE/sC009RMcU3I/s400/054.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...back to the boats</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgBjHaJ1ENA/UM62bmW63wI/AAAAAAAABGM/DGOBDaRiPd4/s1600/055.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgBjHaJ1ENA/UM62bmW63wI/AAAAAAAABGM/DGOBDaRiPd4/s400/055.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makepeace meets Mr. Smythe - "Good Captain, I've lost my effects"</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hml0mApkh3M/UM62eZszSwI/AAAAAAAABGU/eQXF_nHxo-g/s1600/056.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hml0mApkh3M/UM62eZszSwI/AAAAAAAABGU/eQXF_nHxo-g/s400/056.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The day is won, Smythe is saved - Hurrah!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IoojdathrJM/UM62hIC97zI/AAAAAAAABGc/qsZwyYH4QN8/s1600/057.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IoojdathrJM/UM62hIC97zI/AAAAAAAABGc/qsZwyYH4QN8/s400/057.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Zemindar will not forget Makepeace in a hurry</td></tr>
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Furthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14674100385672908858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936974293700309868.post-66296721376988109622012-12-12T02:27:00.003-08:002012-12-12T02:31:36.387-08:00A Game Three Years in the Making...<div style="text-align: justify;">
A little over dramatic I know, but it has been a LONG time coming. We have been promising to start our Indostan campaign <u>proper</u> for about three years now, since around the time I created this
blog. In our defense we have had our set backs, namely a death and a
birth, events that rocked 2011 and sent tremors throughout 2012. But
with a new year fast approaching we have made a pact to have a bloody
good go at starting this thing once and for all. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
This
Friday we intend to kick off the campaign with our first game using the
Sharp Practice rules, the after action report of which should be posted
shortly after. This blog will serve as a detailed account of the campaign and will hopefully be updated more regularly.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
So
without further ado I present to you our new hero, Lt. Archibald Keen!
Young Mr. Keen will finally take the spotlight from Captain Charles
Chase, whose own <a href="http://adventuresinlead.blogspot.com.au/2010/07/chases-ridge-letter-to-chases-mater.html" target="_blank">adventures</a>
were nothing to snub a nose at. Chase served us admirably for many
years as our stand-in stunt hero, but alas Indostan's sun has finally
addled his poor brain and the honorable Captain Chase has been put out
to pasture. Keen on the other hand has his whole career ahead of him...</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQh8hByCnJA/UMhWKo_phuI/AAAAAAAAA94/K-oyXmJzToU/s1600/Lt+Archibald+Keen.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WQh8hByCnJA/UMhWKo_phuI/AAAAAAAAA94/K-oyXmJzToU/s400/Lt+Archibald+Keen.jpg" width="287" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Archibald Keen, our hero!!</td></tr>
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And how can there be a hero without a villain...</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSn2FIQLTKY/UMhWJgjZJjI/AAAAAAAAA90/0OMYA5rXlo4/s1600/Cpt+Indigo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSn2FIQLTKY/UMhWJgjZJjI/AAAAAAAAA90/0OMYA5rXlo4/s400/Cpt+Indigo.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Captain "Indigo", boo hiss!!</td></tr>
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For anyone interested you can download all the Sharp Practice Big Men cards for this game <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/view/?j0c68v6euxv8lj5" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
<br />
Hope you will all be along for the ride. Huzzah!! </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
Furthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14674100385672908858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936974293700309868.post-89578777688293296012010-05-01T22:09:00.000-07:002012-12-18T03:29:47.727-08:00Indostan Campaign Blog<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: small;">This blog will in the near future feature the campaign journal and battle reports of our Indostan miniatures campaign. Useful information will appear under the Index headings above</span><span style="font-size: small;">, detailing characters and places of interest. We endeavor to start the campaign as soon as possible but are still gathering our troops and surveying the lay of the land. Please stay tuned.</span></div>
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