Southern island
Carit had been on the run since the attacks began.
Hiding in the jungles he managed to stay out of the soldiers way as well as away from his pirate buddy's.
“Not a good idea to be part of a pirate gang these days.” he sought.
After a while he came to a town that had been abandoned. There were no soldiers yet.
He found a bar and settled in.
After his third bottle of whiskey to calm his nerves he decided to just sit here and wait for the soldiers to come by and shoot him.
He didn't give a damn. Maybe they would jusr arrest him.
He was tired of running and felt twice as old as he was.
He raised the bottle to an invisible person.
“Juss git id ower witsh damn Cuntians” he shouted and fell from the chair.
After a while he started to snore. Time went on.
Northern island.
Yamal had returned from his recon on the shore line. It wasn't to difficult to move trough the jungle as no Cantrian troops had landed of yet.
Now he was standing in an old mansions entrance hall that had turned into an improvised headquarters.
“The have put their ships here and here so this route is cut off.” he said pointing at the map.
“Probably have the entire place sourrounded. We should have made a run for it much sooner.” a bald man with a wild beared said.
“Only thing we can do now is to set up ambushes to at least slow their advance.
Let them make their landing and have them run into troubles when they try and come up here. Also we should prepare a fall back point if they send in airstrikes.”
“Let them LAND unhindered” a man in a fantasy uniform said. “Damn I say we meet them at the beaches.”
“And get cut down by their warships? Not with my men you don't. If you want to kill youself David then feel free to do so.” the bald men said.
“We will mine the roads and set up minefields in the forrest at random positions if they try to circumvent the blocked roads.”
“You talking like we had an army here.” a man with a large jacket and wild hair and beard said with a heavy tongue.
“Me thinks you wanna play general and I say we should plan for an escape not a war.”
“If you wan't to leave Jack then do so. But mind the ships that have us sourrounded. Well maybe you can sneak past them?” the bald man said with agrin.
“So were do we get those “mines” from”
“Well” the bald man grinned “Time to teach you cutthroats something about war.
Sorry to everyone but i was a bit tired yesterday. Also three days away I had to read the thread again to get my bearings. I think the southern island is gone anyway. let's concentrate on the northern island and get this over with.
The bald guy is my only pirate lord and if he gets killed or decides to surrender that's it.
i will post on the ambushes I plan to make later. Pirates promise Aarrr
