The True Endgame 97 Vol 2. Pt. 34 Patch 6.0: The Second Round

Tabitha comes above deck to check on what's going on, and what she sees is The s...o...b..ll heading directly toward a potentially even-more-dangerous enemy than the longs.h.i.+p's crew.

"Oi, what happened?" Tabitha asks.

"Those twink p.r.i.c.ks betrayed everybody. Took out six other s.h.i.+ps already, so only us and Jax's are left," Fenrir explains.

"Ya know that ya ain't goin' to beat them, right? If they've already taken out that many s.h.i.+ps on their own, and it looks like they didn't exactly take any damage durin' that, then there's no way that we can take them down ourselves. Ya don't even have a plan, do ya? And it ain't like I've got any secret inventions that can help out."

Fenrir's grip on the handle of his blade tightens. He knows that this is most likely an impossible fight, but he doesn't want to just run away from it. The Divine Brigade always ran away from or avoided getting into fights that it knew it couldn't win. Fenrir wants to be different now – he wants to heroically take on almost impossible odds and somehow come out on top and save the day, but he knows that trying to fight is going to almost certainly result in death.

"I just noticed this, but have your ears and tail gotten bigger? Your tail looks like it's getting pretty bushy," Tabitha says.
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"Maybe? I don't know, don't look in a mirror much," Fenrir answers.

Fenrir looks at The Weeping t.i.t. The s.h.i.+p is keeping a close distance from The Steel Tiger, but Fenrir doesn't know what the point is. From what he saw onboard Jax's s.h.i.+p, it's poorly armed for combat. It only has four cannons, two for each of its sides, and they're all smaller and less effective than the ones...o...b..ard The s...o...b..ll. The Weeping t.i.t's crew is a crew that just wants to enjoy life in this game and go fis.h.i.+ng. Fenrir doubts that any of them ever expected to get involved in something like this, even if coming together for this plan was their idea in the first place.

More importantly, Fenrir knows that he and The s...o...b..ll can't afford to get into a losing fight. Taking on the longs.h.i.+p during the first round was already incredibly risky, but they at least had some of those carca.s.s shots that Tabitha prepared. They don't have any more of those – they were out of money to buy the materials to make more of them. Furthermore, that was taking on a distracted enemy and more of a rescue mission than a mission to eliminate the enemy. Finally, when Fenrir looks behind The s...o...b..ll, he sees the longs.h.i.+p still pursuing them.

The s...o...b..ll is between two enemies right now. One of which is primarily dealing with The Weeping t.i.t but looks ready to change focuses should it need to, and the longs.h.i.+p which is likely going to pursue The s...o...b..ll until the round is over.

Another flare is shot into the air from aboard The Weeping t.i.t. This one uses white powder to signify that the plan is canceled and to, essentially, run away.

"Captain?" Corwin asks.

"If we get sunk out here, we're done for," Tabitha says.

"Fen, I know you want to save them and sink those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, but—" Ca.s.siel gets interrupted.

"d.a.m.n it!" Fenrir slams his fist against the s.h.i.+p's mast. "Olly! Get us out of here and take us behind the isle to the fis.h.i.+ng spot! We just need to focus on winning the round and avoiding them if we can!" he shouts.

…

"Good, he ain't stupid enough to try and take these backstabbin' c.u.n.ts on when he's already got another enemy chasin' him," Jax says as he watches The s...o...b..ll turn away and head for the isle.

"What are we going to do, brother?" Jin asks him.

"We're goin' to buy The s...o...b..ll some time. I'm the one who came up with groupin' up against those long-eared c.u.n.ts, and I let this b.a.s.t.a.r.d over here," Jax looks over at Alexander onboard his own s.h.i.+p, "trick me, so this is my fault. Let's just try to help out The s...o...b..ll however we can now."

"What about the nets? If you want to buy them some time, we could try wrapping them up?"

Jax has a s.h.i.+ne in his eye as he looks over the rest of the crew now. "Ya heard him! Prepare the nets! We've got ourselves one nasty c.u.n.t to catch!"

…

"Why aren't they trying to escape?" Fenrir asks. Everybody but Bonekraka and Tabitha are at the s.h.i.+p's stern now watching as The Weeping t.i.t shoots grapple hooks onto The Steel Tiger. "They shot the flare, so – d.a.m.n it, they're sacrificing themselves."

"Why?" Serra asks.

"Because they're men taking responsibility," Fenrir answers.

As they watch on, The Weeping t.i.t's crew tosses heavy and weighted netting over The Steel Tiger. Jax and his crew get nets tangled in The Steel Tiger's sails, over the bow of the s.h.i.+p, and even traps some of its crew underneath it.

…

"Jin! You're up!" Jax shouts.

Jin, with net in hand, dives into the water off the stern of The Weeping t.i.t!

He swims to the underside of The Steel Tiger's stern and wraps its rudder up in the netting, placing the net in a way that jams it from properly steering, and then he takes what length of it is left to tie it around The Weeping t.i.t's rudder.

Jin surfaces to try and climb back aboard The Weeping t.i.t, but it's already on fire. Its crew is jumping overboard to try and escape into the water, but the free-of-netting crew of The Steel Tiger either blast the overboard escapees with magic or arrows.

When he looks back at The Steel Tiger, he sees a man with a crossbow aimed directly at his head.

The wielder of the crossbow gets distracted when he sees a large, s.h.i.+rtless, burly man with what little clothes that he is wearing caught on fire as he shouts and tosses a flaming barrel toward The Steel Tiger!

…

The s...o...b..ll is too far to see what exactly happens, but they see a sizeable explosion erupt in the air between The Weeping t.i.t and The Steel Tiger.

It clearly did more damage to The Weeping t.i.t as the blast completely destroyed their mast and the side of their s.h.i.+p, but Fenrir sees that The Steel Tiger is on fire in several spots, their sails have been ruined and lit aflame, and there is a sizeable chunk of hull missing on the side of the s.h.i.+p closest to the explosion.

"What – what happened?" Ca.s.siel asks.

"Gunpowder explosion, I'm guessing. They look flas.h.i.+er than they are, but they can still do some damage from the blast and fire if there's a large enough amount of it," Fenrir looks back to their own cannons. There is a barrel of gunpowder next to each row of cannons, but they're low because of how much the cannons have been shot. They haven't resupplied their cannonb.a.l.l.s nor gunpowder once; they are technically still using Coastedge's supplies.

"Not enough," Serra says as the smoke clears.

The Steel Tiger is still floating and most of its damage can be easily repaired – no fatal damage.

However, as The Weeping t.i.t sinks below the waves, it pulls The Steel Tiger with it.

Fenrir desperately wants to turn around to finish the s.h.i.+p off, but the longs.h.i.+p has placed itself between The s...o...b..ll and The Steel Tiger.

Rather than recklessly throw himself into danger and make Jax's sacrifice be in vain, Fenrir stands tall and salutes the sinking vessel.

"Thanks, Jax. We'll repay you once this is over," Fenrir says.

…

"How defiant. At least they did something before dying. I still think it would have been more entertaining to not interrupt the plan before it even started. My champions could use a fun fight," Ull says, watching the aftermath of the explosion on the screen hanging from the tower.

"The Weeping t.i.t – good crew, good men. Not surprised they were defiant until tha end. Did ya know they were traitors?" Blackstache asks.

"Not good enough, and of course not. I'm simply a.s.suming that they were part of the plan in the first place as they were clearly sailing together in some sort of formation and following my champions."

"'at so?"

"It is. Now then, it is clear that the final round will be between those traitors and my champions, so let us get on to discussing an alliance. You wish for my help against Indra and Livia, don't you?"

Blackstache swallows his frustration and nods. If letting this foreign b.a.s.t.a.r.d of a king treat this all like a game means securing a powerful alliance that will keep his people and his city safe and free, it is worth it "First, what makes ya think only those two are goin' ta tha final round?" he asks.

"Well, look. Those at the fis.h.i.+ng spot are already fighting amongst one another, and once my champions arrive, I doubt that any of them will survive. The wolf's s.h.i.+p will be sunk as well. I know that three crews may proceed to the final round, but I doubt three of them will even be left."

"Why not take out tha traitors too then?"

"Well, there must still be some fun and excitement for the final round. It would be boring if there was only one crew partic.i.p.ating in it, no?"