A few days later, they saw a ship coming in the distance, as Will looked out to see what flag the ship was flaying he saw a Trader’s union flag go up.
The instant he saw the flag he knew something was wrong, union ships never fly their flags; unless they don’t have any cargo on board. He grabbed the wheel turning it as he ordered for the sails to be risen. The ship jerked making a full one eighty but straight ahead was a second ship. He instantly turned once again but there was another ship, then another, one after the next, ships were closing in on them from every direction.
It wasn’t long before the few ships turned into Hundreds of ships closing in on them from every direction, they were trapped; even with the ships speed they couldn’t break through the other ships they were just too many. The men on board looked to their Captain, wondering what they should do, and how they were going to get out of this one. They had been in many traps since the day that they lost everything but never were they so hopelessly out numbered.
Will smiled and spoke “What are you waiting for drop the sails and bring us to a stop, if they want a fight we will give them one. Now get to it men!” His smile turned into a grin as his men dropped the sails and the ship began to slow to a stopped. Will closed his eyes and spoke loud enough so only he could hear what was said, “Bother I hope you Nannies really do more than just keep us looking young like you said.” Then with a yell he went on “Nannies full activation, perfect aim imprint now!” His voice echoed through the ship as his muscles tighten and, his hands clenched into a fist, he could feel the Nannies flowing through his body making him stronger. He opened his eyes, they were glowing a bright sliver color as if the sun was burring behind them.
It worked, he could see everything around him, but that wasn’t all. His enemies were glowing green with circles around them, and his crew members were red without circles, “Perfect.” His hands dropped to his sides, he grabbed both of his Slashers one from each side, and he pulled them from their holsters. His hands came up and pointed straight at the enemy ships, as his crew looked on. “There is no way he could even see any of the crew of the other ships, they are too far out.” Said the crew member standing next to him, but Will stayed frozen, a few minutes pasted with his guns both aimed at the far off ships. Though confused as to why their captain was aiming for the enemies while they were out of range, they wasted no time in getting ready for the battle. They grabbed their guns, making sure they were all loaded, they strapped down the sails and lowered the mass. They rolled the cannons into possession, loading every one and having them ready to fire at a moment’s notice.