Blacksunder kept low to the ground as he snuck through the darkness, most of the torches in the area snuffed out during the attack. With most of the pirate hunters already in the town, sneaking past the few on sentry was simple enough. Before long, Blacksunder could make out the colours of the Sepulchral Bell as he approached the boarding ramp.

"Cap'n! Thank God you're alive, we're in trouble here."

"How so?"

"The Pirate Hunters have a Brig holding position off the coast, searching for anyone trying to escape, and there's a Frigate coming round this way. I think it's another pirate, but it's acting mighty suspicious."

"Bring me my spyglass, and someone take this lady into one of the guest quarters below deck. She is to be unharmed in any way shape or form, or it's 40 lashes for all involved."

"Why? Who is she?"

"She's our cargo sailor. Spyglass, now!"

Blacksunder walked up to stand beside the helm as he spied the ship incoming towards them. He could not make out the crew at this range but it was obvious, this was one of the ones who'd been following him. Closing the spyglass, Blacksunder turned to the sailor again. glancing down below as Havia was taken below deck.

"Any sign that they've seen us."

"No sir, so many ships are moored here it'd be hard to tell which one at that range."

"How soon can we set off?"

"We've been preparing while you were gone sir, we can leave on your command."

"Then bring down the sails, raise the flag, and toll the bell."

"The bell sir? Won't that tell them where we are."

"Yes, and who we are. Lets see if any of the scumbags on that ship are superstitious."

Within minutes, the flag was up, the sails were down and the Sepulchral Bell was starting to lazily drift out of dock. As the crew rushed to open up crates of cannonballs and barrels of gunpowder, the huge bell directly below where Blacksunder was standing was being tended to, five men lifting a massive chain to move the monstrous instrument into position, the clapper touching the edge with the softest of pings during this slow startup process. An ironic prelude for what was to come.

"Ready! Toll!"

The crew let go of the chain, the bell swinging on it's pendulum as the clapper impacted against the other side of the bell with enormous force. The deafening, bassy tone rang out over the silent night. For a superstitious pirate, this was tantamount to a death sentence. The bell capable of calling storms and bestowing bad omens to all who hear it's deep, pealing tone. Blacksunder removes his hands from his ears as the crew returned to their duties. The bell was thankfully not needed often, so Blacksunder's hearing was saved any damage.

With any luck, the psychological effect of hearing that bell would drive enough of the enemy crew to panic to allow the Sepulchral Bell to make a getaway.

Bloodlock looked over the island, and saw as Blacksunder made his way to his ship.
Play it that way? Try me! he thought, running towards the small cliff he had originally jumped down, the array of weapons rattling in their holsters. He jumped upwards clasping for a handhold of rock or clay, pulling the other arm up when he did. He swiftly moved up the height of the cliff, a few scuffs and mud-stains on his trousers when he made it to the top. He looked into the harsh rocky sea on the opposing side, and nestled in the foamy waves was a small ship, a modified shooner with glaring looks, on which dark, charcoal grey sails hung. He looked down towards his small crew.
"Follow Blacksunder's ship!" he ordered, looking back over to his shoulder as the hunter boarded his ship, "I'm getting on board..."
Liam quickly turned back, launching himself forwards and off the cliff turning over in mid air as he landed between two buildings. He landed on his hands, rolling forwards over his neck and back until he was back on his feet; the sand was torn up, but he continued to the ship...

Thomas stomped up to his captain, putting a face a mere inch away from Zain's.
They. Spilled. My. Tea. I'll kill every last one of them.
Thomas was infuriated. Those tea leaves were unbelievably expensive, to just go to waste. Not to mention his kettle was dented.
Unfurl the sails a bit more, and make sure we have weapons loaded!
The frigate would take some time to get ready, and Thomas and Zain could chat until then.

Thomas immediately drew his pistol and placed it agains Zain's forehead.
That tea was 30 pieces of eight a CUP. A CUP! So please do not tell me it's just a DRINK.
Thomas holstered his pistol and returned to his quarters, a muffled sound of a small pipe organ soon coming through the door.

((Bit of a stretch to imagine NONE of your crew is superstitious, especially in the Golden Age of Piracy, is it not?))

While Zain argued, the Sepulchral Bell was already unfurling it's mainsail as it approached open water. The Man O' War's darkly coloured body hard to make out in the darkness of the night. Blacksunder walked down to the bow of the ship as he took another look at the pursuing Frigate.

"All hands, prepare the mortars! If anything comes after us, I want to be able to fire at them immediately or I'll stick the slackest one of you in the cannon and fire you at them, understand?"

A chorus of Ayes rang out as the crew rushed to deliver powder barrels and mortar projectiles from the hold of the ship. Blacksunder had hoped to resupply his ammo, but the rush to leave scuttled that idea. He'd merely have to make it up when he lost these fools and he could make a supply stop safely.

"Cap'n! Should take a look at this sir!"

Blacksunder rushed to the stern deck of the ship, bringing out his spyglass again and looking out to where the crewman was pointing. He spied the theatrical reject from before chasing after them...in a rowboat. Blacksunder closed his spyglass as he looked out in disbelief ad exasperation at how ridiculous everyone was, must have been something in those sandwiches.

"What do I have to do to get these cretins to give up? A rowboat to chase down the Bell, seriously?! Even if we were merciful and let him actually go faster than us, his arms would be leaden before he got anywhere near us and he'd have to rest, allowing us to make the gap wider than it was when he started. I've seen politicians with more sense than these idiots."

"What'll we do about him sir?"

"I've had enough of this idiot. Mortars! Target the rowboat! Bring me the rangefinder!"

The crewman complied immediately, handing the instrument to Blacksunder, who took notice of the co-ordinates.

"Range 9, Direct Stern, 4 degrees West. Arc over the Bell, Saturation Spread. Ready.....FIRE!"

The mortars in front of the ship erupted in a cacophonous series of explosion as the projectiles soared high into the air and over the ship. The co-ordinates given by Blacksunder made the projectiles head straight for the rowboat, spreading their fire so as to affect the maximum area around him. The Mortars would take time to reload, but the broadsides were still ready as ever if that Frigate wanted to play their chances.

Thomas grinned as the Bell was fired on, and pistolwhipped the crew member who hesitated, before pulling said man close and apologizing softly, but he needed to set an example, yeah?
Captain, let's bring 'er close, so I can board her.

((Guys, we need to get this moving. Prehaps skip the battle and begin going out to sea.. Let's sayy...

Blacksunder's ship gets away, due to an interception by Liam on a rowboat. Liam climbs on, thinking it's Blacksunder's ship, and starts a large ruckus, enough to let Blacksunder sail out of view.

IDK, that's all I have, but it'll hopefully be enough to get this started up.))