Jun 22, 2012 15:32
An unnamed island in the Sea of Amakusa, Higashigoku
With nary a sound the ship slid into the small, sheltered bay. Painted in dark colors except where the sea had taken its toll, it took a place amongst similarly painted vessels. But her crew was different.
The shore resounded with the merriment of drunken pirates as three dozen men carefully lowered themsleves into the water and waded ashore. Their clothes and weapons were as mismatched as the criminals they were sneaking up on, but the way they moved and quickly separated into four distinct squads betrayed training, planning and leadership. One man in the foremost group slung an old battered thing off his back that only charitably could be called a naginata and made a quick chopping gesture. As one, the attackers streamed into the rough settlement towards their designated targets in total silence with blade, spear and bow.
The nights slaughter began in earnest...
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