-Get up! Get up!-
He felt dizzy, his body hurt and he was drowning. Definitely drowning and that voice was disturbing his panicked mind which wanted to just lay here, where their own recoil, sharp turn to starboard and gush of water had thrown him. And if this wouldn't have thrown him out of balance the incoming hit to the gunnel where he had just moments ago stood, sure would have burning in his mind the most hideous sight that he had ever seen. A man standing dazed middle of this god forsaken havoc pressing his both bloody hands to his stomach where his guts tried to burst out to the deck.
-Damn you, get up and help me!- Voice was pestering him now -Get your damn feets- It ordered or tried to order, voice coming like it had stuck to that persons throat which Piper could understand. The choking smoke from fired guns and small burns that other ships hits had started was suffocating. But still didn't voice understand that he didn't want to get up? It was too horrifying. Actually more horrifying than what had happened on that pub three months ago. How he had come to be eighty-ninth crew member to 114 feet long, three masted, black and white brig El Corazon. Who's current armament all 22 cannons, no he corrected in his panicked mind logically, their 18 cannons, because they did have 4 small swivel guns on her main deck stern and bow, two on either side, which were mainly used just before boarding and they weren't useful on this kind of confrontation. So their 18 cannons which were located her main and lower deck were shooting every time they were getting the chance making hull shook painfully against Pipers back thru deck planking where he laid.
-Shit!- The voice spoke again, but this time it wasn't directed to Piper, probably because deck started to dip - What she's doing now?!- Voice grew higher from fear as the volley shook the ship violantly sideways
The cacophony of men yelling rise to meet the sound of battle yet again. Orders and updates floated in disarray. And screams. Men screaming in agony, whaling louder than wind in masts. But the pestering voice was now quiet like was everything else too. Dead silence stretched one.. two.. three agonizing breaths and then all sound banged back louder than earlier hitting Piper's eardrums making them pop painfully
-They hit the bridge!-
-Call Brice on deck!! Captain was just standing there!!-
Running foot steps pounded on deck coming closer and suddenly stopping on his side as others kept running past him. Someone bend down and slapped him on the face.
-Get up Piper and help with the wounded- Rough hands yanked him up. This voice was calm, easily booming over the noise even its owner seemed to be just talking like it had been nice sunny day in the park.
-Whats..happening- His mouth felt like he had eaten dry sand flavored with bitter smoke. It made him cough but it get stuck back on his throat its purpose deflating away.
-We are getting hammered by that bloody thing- Said man. His voice was full of annoyance like you would get when you are trying to get rid of mosquitoes. Not a harmful enough but definitely making your life miserable.
-Bosun!- Came strong voice from behind the smoke -Get ready to turn toward the storm!- It felt like to was coming a miles away. It was raspy like Piper's throat felt but still strong.
-Oh, Bugger!!- Bosun swore and disappeared to the smoke like ghost leaving his voice echo the orders -Ready to turn! Men up in the masts! We are running now!!-