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Nocturnal Crusader Character Details Origin Magic Archetype Tanker Primary Dark Armour Secondary Dual Blades Other Powers Classified. Security Level 50 Formal Name Sir Donald Buckholder III Gender Male Supergroup The Fish Tank

Overview

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'Work in progress'

History

England 1146

Only known portrait of Sir Donald the Nocturnal, without wearing helm, in existance

The second Crusades were grim indeed. The Church was losing in Anatolia and the English Crusaders were having a hard time in Lisbon. The English, Scottish, Norman, Flemmish, Frisian and German armies sent there could not penetrate the vast bastions of the Moors. One such Noble who had lent his armies to the crusades there was Sir Bernard Richardson II (Baron of Sherborne), a favourite of the disputed King of England, Stephen of Blois. Sir Bernard was in such dire need of help, for fear of losing King Stephen's trust, that he turned to the only man he thought strong enough to turn the tide in their favour. The Baron of Wareham, Sir Donald Buckholder III.

Sir Donald the Nocturnal (as he was known) was a man, and county, unto himself. So much so that even Sir Stephen asked of him no taxes as any collector he sent there never returned.

Sir Donald’s prowess on the battlefields were second to none. Many times he was heard telling that he was the leader of armies, not of countries. This was, most probably, the only reason he never looked to taking the throne. He enjoyed pitting his wits against the greatest of enemies. For the thrill of the battle as well as the raping and pillaging.

Sir Bernard knew that Sir Donald was stationed at this time in his castle in Wareham as all ports at that time were far too busy for Sir Donald to ship out on another battle search. He sent a messenger (the only people allowed into Wareham without fear of not returning) with a letter explaining the plight of his army in Lisbon. He promised Sir Donald in this letter, to remove all his troops from the area to allow Sir Donald the freedom of the land for him and his 1000 Nocturnals.

A week later, the messenger arrived back in Sherborne with an answering letter. Sir Donald told Sir Bernard that he would leave that very night for Dartmouth and to have 40 ships prepared and at his disposal to leave immediately. The letter finished, however, with:

"I ask that my payment not be made to me in gold or jewels. I demand, in return for this service I provide you, that all the land and all that is on it in Dorchester be mine upon my return. As you are aware, I take with me only a few caravans and ten horses on my travels, hence we march on foot for Bournemouth, which I estimate to take me 1 week and 3 days to reach. If, when I arrive there, there are no parchments declaring the land be mine upon my return, I will turn my 1000 men around and march upon Sherborne to seize your land and all upon it under the banner of the Nocturnals.

Yours

Sir Donald Buckholder III"

This certainly surprised Sir Bernard somewhat for such a thing to be demanded. He knew full well that Sir Donald would not go to battle for the love of his country and was prepared to go to King Stephen to ask for the amount that Sir Donald may ask for, declaring that the money be for his troops. That way there would have been no need for King Stephan to be aware of this arrangement, as it was common knowledge that King Stephen saw Sir Donald as a traitor and many other things besides. But to be told that he either give Sir Donald this land, which was not even his own, or forfeit his own land and estates? Either way, the news would have to be told to King Stephen that either Dorchester or Sherborne was under the rule of one of his enemies. This was bad news indeed.

Sir Bernard left that very afternoon for Dorchester to see his cousin, the Baron of Dorchester, Sir James Richardson, to explain this unfortunate turn of events. It took Sir Bernard 2 days on horseback to reach his cousin and, upon arriving there, he demanded an immediate audience with his Cousin Sir James.

Green = Sherborne (Sir Bernard Richardson II)
Red = Dorchester (Sir James Richardson)
Blue = Wareham (Sir Donald Buckholder III)
(Ref 1)

After explaining the situation to his cousin, Sir James was furious that Sir Bernard had made such a foolish mistake in asking for help from such a tyrant as Sir Donald. After calming down, however, he could see that the deed was done and could not be undone. He knew his cousin, Sir Bernard, was foolish and bull headed but did not want to see Sherborne ruled by such a man as Sir Donald. He also knew that Sir Donald now had his sights set upon expanding his land and it would not be long before he marched upon Dorchester and took that also, considering that Dorchester would then be in the middle of both Sir Donald's lands at that point. The options were then that they either legally pass over all deeds for the land of Dorchester or, deny Sir Donald the land of Dorchester and prepare for battle when Sir Donald had the power of both Wareham AND Sherborne. This aside, there was also the fact of losing favour with King Stephen who would not look kindly upon a new civil war in the south of England. All this and both Sir Bernard and himself would be turned out into the cold by King Stephen for allowing such a matter to escalate to such a point in Lisbon, that a man known to be his enemy, was asked for aid before he, the ruler of England, knew anything about such matters.

Sir James bid Sir Bernard to stay the night at his castle and to give him some peace so as he could ponder over this predicament.

The following morning, Sir Bernard awoke from a terrible dream, in which his castle back in Sherborne had been laid siege upon by hundreds of blackened demons, each with the symbol of the moon on its chest. Knowing this to be a dream did not douse his panicky breath however, as he knew that the dream was not that far from the truth if this problem with Sir Donald was not resolved in his favour. The only difference from his dream would be that the demons would be in human form with the symbol of the moon on their chests and would be led by someone far more dangerous than the Devil himself.

After dressing, he made his way to the stables to attend his horse and then headed to the dining hall for breakfast wanting to further discuss the situation with his cousin. Hopefully, he thought, that would blow the troubling dreams from his head. He was therefore disappointed to find that he would be dining alone that morning. His fears worsened.

Portrait of Sir Bernard Richardson II, Baron of Sherborne

It was late afternoon by the time Sir James appeared in front of his cousin. He led him into his study and asked him to sit. Sir James gave Sir Bernard two envelopes, explaining that in the first, addressed to Sir Donald, was a letter signed and stamped in his name and coat of arms, proving it to be a genuine letter from him. It was legal documentation giving Sir Donald Buckholder all the deeds to his land and everything in those boundaries upon the return of Sir Donald from Lisbon. The other envelope was addressed to General Abbott and Sir James explained to Sir Bernard that he was to read it now and then sign and stamp his own signature and coat of arms to it. Sir Bernard opened the unsealed envelope addressed to the General in charge of his own army in Leon; as he read further and further, his eyes became wider and wider.

Sir Bernard looked up at his cousin, still with the look of utter astonishment on his face. "Will this plan work?" he asked. "It has to!" replied Sir James.

The secret letter to General Abbott from Sir James was as follows:

"Dear General Abbott,

I am writing on behalf of my cousin, who I will be showing this letter to shortly, because of the fact he has foolishly made a pact with the Devil.

Roughly a month after you receive this letter, Sir Donald Buckholder III will be arriving at the docks there in Porto. He will believe that he carries with him a letter summoning you to retreat from the area and allow him, and his men, full access to that land for him to remove the problem of the Moors. However, please take this letter as your orders.

Upon his arrival, I ask that you act as if you are removing your troops to sail away, do not let on to even your most trusted and senior men of your true intentions at this point. You will march your men back to your ships, board them and set sail for England.

Portrait of Sir James Richardson, Baron of Dorchester

When you feel that you are far enough away that you cannot be seen I want you to make a full turnabout and head to a safe and secretive position for your ships that you will locate in the month you have before his arrival.

After 4 days waiting, as this should be a week since the arrival of our problematic friend and enough time should have passed for them to be far enough away from the docks to know of the next stage of our plan, I ask that you send as many men as you see fit to commandeer their ships and have them head home to England.

A letter is already on route to my very own general in the field over there, General Oaks, as I write this letter and so will be aware of what is to follow before your good self. He will have no contact with Sir Donald as you will and so I have to be less secretive in getting the letter to him as I do you.

He will have a scout at the docks watching for when you commandeer Sir Donald's ships and, when this has occurred, my General and men will head towards the forts of our troublesome Moors and check on Sir Donald's progress. Once Sir Donald is done and starts heading back to his ships, General Oaks will follow at a safe distance.

My plan, therefore, is for you to attack with everything you have from the North of Iberia and for my men to attack in a pincer movement from the South.

I understand that you will be dubious upon hearing my plan but I'm afraid that this is indeed a dire situation. If you make it out alive but defeated, then please do not return home. There will be no home for you to return to as Sir Donald will own it all.

Yours Faithfully

For God and Country

Sir James Richardson

Sir James explained to his cousin that another messenger was prepared at the stables to take this letter all the way to The Kingdom of Leon. Sir Bernard signed the letter and then, with his ring, stamp sealed the envelope with hot wax. Sir James then told Sir Bernard to write his own letter to General Abbott and have it sent to the docks in Bournemouth to await the arrival of Sir Donald. This letter would tell General Abbott to remove his troops from Porto and allow Sir Donald to take charge. The plan seemed like a good one, but this was no ordinary man they were dealing with. This was the man who had broken the spirits, and necks, of highly trained samurai in the Orient just because he found their women more attractive than those at home. The man whose very name brought fear into men's, and women's, hearts and souls all across Europe; the man who had marched his men from one side of France to the other, raping and pillaging as he went, without a single French soldier raising a hand for fear of attracting his wrath.

And so, the plan was set, the letters that needed sending sent. All else rested on the plan fitting together.

Portrait of Sir Donald Buckholder III in full armour

Bournemouth, England 1146

Just as Sir Donald had predicted, he and his men arrived at the docks in Bournemouth after 1 week and 3 days of marching. After halting his 1000 men just outside the docks, Sir Donald and his General, Wolfe, made their way to find the dock master. Sir Donald and his men marching anywhere could not go unnoticed. Scouts were seen all along Sir Donald's route. If he had been marching to battle and the scouts were sent by his enemy, no scout would have lived long enough to report back.

As such, the dock master was already awaiting them. He explained to Sir Donald where his 40 ships were moored and sent for the messenger who had the letters from Sir Bernard and Sir James. Sir Donald opened the letter from Sir James first. The messenger, although he knew himself to be safe if the letter contained bad news (Sir Donald, once again, was known for his allowance of messengers), still felt apprehensive as to the reaction of Sir Donald. It was hard, however, to read the mans face. He, like all his men, wore a metal ring around the top half of his face, with only 2 crosses for him to see out of. Even with these crosses, you could never see the eyes as there was black stained glass protecting them. What gave it an even more sinister look was, with the light of the moon reflecting off the glass, it gave the impression that his eyes were aglow. All this would have looked crude but for the wool that had been attached to the outside of this metal band. It was obviously there to stop the metal from sitting too sharply upon the skin, but gave the face guard a majestic look.

While Sir Donald read the letter from Sir James, the messenger took in the whole of the man. Standing at over 7 feet tall, to which his posture granted even more height, it was clear that Sir Donald trained hard and frequently for, even with all his armour on, you could see the muscle was well toned. His armour consisted of a neck guard sitting loosely on his breast and abdomen plait which covered his body chain mail. 2 large metal shoulder pads, armour on the tops of his arms, which was also covering chain mail, and large gauntlets which came up to his elbows. Around his waist he wore a large studded leather belt which was attached to his cod piece. Upper leg and lower leg armour once again covering the chain mail and 2 large boots made of leather with metal coverings. All the armour was of a light silver with dark silver on the trims and chain mail. Upon his chest was his coat of arms, a simple, blood red quarter moon. Upon his back, and draped around his shoulders, a red cape with the cape itself designed to look like a Celtic cross but in the style of the English flag (Saint George). This last was the banner of his Grandfather, it marked the fact that his Grandfather was of Scottish heritage. He was once known as Percy McDonald but had betrayed his country for the then King of England, William I. For his betrayal, Percy McDonald (Known as Percy the Betrayer by the Scottish) was given wealth and land (Wareham). His name was changed from Percy McDonald to Donald Buckholder (Buckholder due to his banner of a Stag and an open hand in the background whilst he was a Scottish Noble). His new banner was also given to him by King William the Conquerer, a Celtic cross in the style of the English flag to mock the Scots. This mockery was not lost on Percy (Donald I) and, when King William's reign ended in 1087, Sir Donald Buckholder I changed the banner to the blood quarter moon to mark the new King's reign and the birth of his son, Donald Buckholder II, in honour to the blood moon that had risen that night.

( Guillaume le Conquérant): King William I of England (The Conqueror) 1066 - 1087 (Ref 2)

All this was impressive enough, but it was above his neck that was the true strength to his Devilish appearance and, thus, his legacy. Sir Donald had shocking red hair down to his jaw where it met with a close trimmed beard of the same colour. In contrast to this, his skin was the colour of milk. Many thought this to be the sign that he was brought forth from the very night itself, where no sunlight could penetrate. The truth was he was born with a very rare disorder which made Sir Donald unable to bear his skin, or of course his eyes, to any kind of light. So much so that even the light from the moon hurt his eyes without the aid of the black stained glass in his face guard. This fact was only known to his father (now deceased), his Doctor (safely under guard at his castle) and himself.

The messengers's intake of this flamed haired giant was interrupted by Sir Donald grunting, he hoped in approval, and folding the letter. The messenger hadn't noticed until now the complete lack of movement of the man as he had been reading the letter. There had been no foot adjustment, flinch or tick to his entire body during the whole reading process. This, if not for the look of the man alone, proved what a well trained warrior this man was. Sir Donald put the deeds he had just folded down the front of his breast plate and proceeded to open the letter addressed to General Oaks. No care was taken in doing so, he simply tore at the envelope, breaking the waxen seal of Sir Bernard. The Messenger new that this disregard for another mans sealed letter had to be reported to the sender. But then, he had been told to give this letter to Sir Donald to take on his journey instead of himself traveling to the recipient to give the letter in hand. He thought it wise, however, to say nothing to Sir Donald about the action of opening another mans letter, but instead to report it back to his Lord upon his return.

Again, there was no movement until he had finished this letter and even barked a laugh (the messenger new this to be a VERY rare thing indeed). Upon seeing the expression on the messengers face, Sir Donald turned the letter around for the messenger to see. "He has put his waxen stamp INSIDE the letter. He knew I would open it immediately. It seems there is little trust for my good self from your Master". Again, he barked a laugh, folded this letter and put it under his breast plate along with the other. The messenger new better then to correct him on his usage of the word "Master". He was no slave and so Sir Donald should have referred to Sir Bernard as his "Lord". The messenger, although again he knew he was safe from this man, knew better then to correct him.

(Étienne de Blois): (disputed) King Stephen of England (Sephen of Blois) 1135 - 1154 (Ref 2)

Before the messenger was told to leave, however, Sir Donald reached into his left Gauntlet and pulled out a purse. He opened it and gave the messenger 10 gold coins. Sir Donald placed the coins into the messengers hands and, while closing the messenger's fingers around the payment, told him to use the money to move himself, and any family, to Wareham. Once there he was to let himself be known to his guards at the castle gate and relate what had transpired here. They would then give him a further 40 gold coins from Sir Donald's treasury. Sir Donald saw the surprise on the messengers face and so explained why he was giving a messenger such a reward. He explained how his Grandfather had betrayed "those barbarians to the north", referring to the Scots. He told the messenger that his Grandfather had also been a messenger, to King Malcolm III of Scotland. King William I, the then King of England, had a spy approach his Grandfather and offered him wealth and lands if he were to lead some of King William's men to the routes of which King Malcolm's messengers traveled. Percy agreed and lead King William's men to all the routes he knew, assassinating messengers where they were seen and delivering the letters they carried to King William.

This went on for 2 years before the assassins were finally captured in a trap set up by King Malcolm. Each of King William's assassins fought to the death but Percy, being only a messenger, had no training as a fighter and so ran, screaming at the top of his lungs "FOR SCOTLAND!" in his Gaelic language.

Upon hearing this account from his spies up in Scotland, King William was most pleased that King Malcolm was looking inside his own country for the leader of these assassins and so gave what was promised to Percy McDonald, Sir Donald's Grandfather.

After hearing this tale of a daring messenger doing good for England and the King, the messenger took the money eagerly and promised that he would return immediately to his Lord to report in and then would go straight to his home, where he lived alone, pack all his belongings and head to Wareham and seek out the guard on the front gate of Sir Donald's Castle as he had been instructed. He thanked Sir Donald 3 more times before he eventually departed. As he walked away, with his back turned, Sir Donald looked to General Wolfe at his side and grinned. General Wolfe grinned back. This was an old game between them.

(Maol Chaluim mac Dhonnchaidh): King Malcolm III of Scotland (Canmore "Big Head") (Ref 2)

He would tell the story of his Grandfather so that the messenger would relax a little. A Noble admitting to having non Noble ancestory was not heard of and Sir Donald doing so made the messengers think that a great secret was being intrusted upon them. The fondness that Sir Donald put into his words when relating the tale of his Grandfather also made the poor souls believe that Sir Donald could have love for one as low as a mere peasant. The story itself was true. However, the emotion he put into his words when speaking of his Grandfather's history were not. When he had been told this exact same story by his father at the age of 10, it was told with nothing but hatred. "The only good things your Grandfather ever did" his father told him "was to take a heavy hand to me, pay for the best training and education possible and then not awake as I slit his throat in the night!"

Of Course, when the messengers knocked on the gate of the castle and related the meeting, the guard there new the "game" and would welcome this messenger as a brother and invite him inside where the fool would then be trapped. This "game" worked on another level however. The second part of the game was the trouble caused to the Lord to which the messenger belonged. Not only had they lost yet another messenger, but all the secrets of their letter sending was surely being told. Of course, any messenger worth his salt would know better then to do that but what does a Lord know? The part about the 40 gold coins was no lie either. The first job as Sir Donald's new slave was to polish each and every item of worth in his treasury. This meant polishing each coin individually. This was the first of many tests that every one of his soldiers and staff were given. This being the most lenient, no man was executed for not finishing this task, it was simply to test his will and pain threshold. Of Course, he would be beat to within an each of his life for NOT finishing this impossible task, but Sir Donald trusted each and every one of his Home Guard to not go over that limit in which the man died. IF they did, and that was a big IF, the guard responsible would then have to sacrifice their own life or be put through torture worse then any that the new men received. It was a shame, he thought, that this messenger had no wife or daughters though, he was getting bored of the women he kept for bedding.

The dock master had heard all the tales of Sir Donald being either the son of the night or the spawn of the Devil, plus other references to Sir Donald somehow being part demon. Seeing the man in the flesh had given him goosebumps, admittedly, but only because of the shear force the man exhumed. But, when he saw the grin Sir Donald shared with his General, the Dock master's skin almost turned as white as Sir Donald's. There was nothing but pure malice and evil in that grin and the dock master feared for the life of the messenger, no matter the assurances of everyone that no messenger was killed by Sir Donald or any of his men.

The dock master wondered whether to politely cough to remind Sir Donald that he was still there but, no sooner had the thought finished, then Sir Donald's head snapped around to look at him. The dock master felt as if he'd been caught in the act of a terrible deed and, even though Sir Donald's eyes were masked, the dock master felt as if Sir Donald's eyes were burning into his very soul.

Sir Donald assured the dock master that he had not forgotten him (this, of course, lead to the dock master telling all he met after this meeting that Sir Donald could also read minds) and if there was a problem? (This also fueling his belief that Sir Donald could read minds as he had JUST been thinking about the welfare of the messenger). "N .... N .. No, m ...my Lord" he replied. Sir Donald told the dock master to stop his stammering and clear the dock for his troops to enter. The dock master turned on his heal and made haste to do as he was told, glad to be away from that unseen, penetrating stare.

The dock was cleared in 10 minutes flat and, when he reported back to Sir Donald, General Wolfe pursed his lips and gave a loud, high pitched whistle. Not 5 seconds later, the sound of 1000 men could be heard heading towards the docks.

Sir Donald, General Wolfe, the 10 horses and caravans and all 1000 Nocturnals were aboard their 40 ships. It had taken less then 1 hour for this to happen, which was impressive for 1000 men. The captains called for the ropes to be let lose, raised anchor and set sail for Iberia and the Kingdom of Leon. When the boats were nothing but dots where the sea met the night sky, the dock master, not realizing how often and for how long he'd been holding his breath when in the presence of Sir Donald, finally fainted.

The Voyage, 1146 - 1147

The voyage to the Kingdom of Leon took around 7 months in total. 2 stops were made on the way; the first was in Cherbourg, France and the second was in Brest, Brittany, then it was straight down to Porto, Leon. Sir Donald and General Wolfe, upon their first day at sea, ordered that the flags of England and the King be taken down until they near The Kingdom of Leon. It was explained to the captains of the ships that this was so that Sir Donald's own banner could be raised, warning of his arrival at the more unfriendly of the docks.

The Captains did as they were told, knowing full well that this was but half the truth. The other half of the reason was because Sir Donald did not want to be seen running errands for The King of England.

Ship used during the 2nd Crusade

There are a few incidents, recorded in the captains of the ships journals, that might be worth mentioning. They are as follows:

From the journal of Captain Archibald Fisher of the Kings ship; "The Gabriel".

2nd September in the year of our Lord 1146.

I write this down now, the day after the event, as I don't like to leave the deck at any time with either Sir Donald or his General aboard.

We arrived at the port of Cherbourg, as I wrote in this very journal 2 days ago, and spent a day and night there. Mostly to stock up on more supplies (which, I might add, was far harder then normal due to many leaving the port upon seeing the banner of Sir Donald raised on our ships) and for the men to stretch their legs before the second part of our journey.

It was on this second part of the journey that we nearly ran into trouble.

Not 6 hours after departing the docks a cry went out that Pirates had been spotted behind us. We are the rear ship in this convoy and so would be the first to be boarded when the pirate ship caught us. And catch us it would. It was a much larger and faster ship then any in our fleet. Even with our boat with a birth of 50 and only carrying 25 of Sir Donald's men and 10 of my crew, we would never out pace them. I told Sir Donald, who was aboard "The Gabriel" that day, that I estimated the Pirates would be upon us in no less then 30 minutes. Even if we flagged the ship in front it would still take an hour to catch them up. Normally our ships would be much closer, around 10 minutes apart, but for the fact that, if the lead ship should hit a shoal, then the others following would have time to change course before turning about to lend assistance to the stranded vessel.

I advised Sir Donald that we should make haste for Guernsey, which we were currently giving a wide birth due to its treacherous waters, and to take our chances there. I explained that even the low tides and dangerous shoals there were better then becoming the victims of pirates.

There was no change from what I could see of Sir Donald's face. He simply told me, in no uncertain terms, that it was enough that those "silly little islands" should put 2 days on top of our journey, without having them smash our boats to pieces. He told me to wait 20 minutes to give the pirates time to make out the flag of his banner flying on our ship and turn around. If they did not, he told me, he would deal with the situation. The way he said this last word made me almost feel sorry for these pirates.

Voyage of Sir Donald Buckholder III from Bournemouth to Porto (Marked in red)

The wait for the pirates to meet Sir Donald's deadline seemed to last a lifetime. Ofcousre, it was only 20 minutes but, with a vessel as large as they had full of cutthroats, it was to be expected that apprehension get the better of me.

Finally, Sir Donald appeared once again on deck on the 20 minute mark. He had been below with his men for this amount of time who were chained in the section saved for horses.

I had been informed before we left Bournemouth that his men were to be remained chained in the stables and that the only members of my crew to be allowed down there, apart from myself, was the cook, who was to take their meals down once at sun rise and once at dusk, and my 1st mate who was to slop our their buckets (1 infront of each soldier) and to bring down once a day a bowl with warm water, soap and a flannel. They were both then to go down again 10 minutes later to collect what they had brought them. The cook told me of such sights whilst down there. Every time he went to collect the empty bowls of gruel he said that he saw them stretching after every meal, in unison, without a single word being said amongst them. Once finished with this excorise, they would simply remain seated without any movement apart from the sway of the ship upon the waves. My 1st mate told me how he was tempted to spy on them as they removed their face guards to wash, but his courage would get the better of him in their presence.

Sir Donald looked to the pirate ship at our stern. His lips moved slightly downwards at the sides and he gave a small grunt, he didn't seem pleased at all. I thought to myself that this was a nice mess he had led us into. We had but 10 minutes before this galley came about and it's ferocious passengers boarded us, killing anyone in it's way trying to find anything onboard of worth. Even if I were to turn the ship towards Guernsey now, the pirate vessel would simply have an easier target of our port side and be able to ram us.

Sir Donald turned to me and grinned.

Until the day I die, I will never forget that grin.

It seemed the world was a much darker and colder place infront of that grinning face, covered only by a metal band around his head. The perfection of his teeth making it that more gruesome that such a smile of utter satisfaction at the thought of bloodshed should be presented by such a row of teeth. With his blood red lips and skin the colour of the moon at night. I will never take the Lord's name in vain EVER again should he prevent me from such a sight again.

"I told you I would deal with it, and so I shall! Please have your men lower the row boat over the starboard side!" He told me. I had the men do as he asked while Sir Donald made his way down into the stable section, and his men, again.

20 seconds later, Sir Donald reapeared with 3 of his Nocturnals behind him. Each were now changed from the hooded robes and sandles they wore beneath deck. They now all wore the armour that each had laid infront of him whilst chained in the stables. It was amazing to me that these men had removed their hooded cloaks, sandals and face guards and dressed themselves in full amour in only 20 seconds.

"May I ask what is the meaning of this Sir Donald?" I asked. "What is your plan?"

"Ofcourse you may" Sir Donald replied. "They will think that with 40 ships in convoy a vast army of men are travelling to battle. They will also believe that, with such an army, the gold carried to pay such men will be vast. They either do not recognise my banner, meaning they are but lost Slav pirates, they do not SEE my banner, which I doubt very much, or they are so desperate that they believe themselve invinsible, which I also doubt. As I believe them to be nothing more then lost Slav pirates, I am simply going to board their ship, under the assumption that I come to give myself up for ransom with my three generals, and kill all but 15 of them." With this he waved his arm to the 3 Nocturnals sitting motionless on the row boat.

Nothing more was said. He simply sat down in the row boat and gave the signal for the rope attached to it to be loosened. The length of the rope would allow for the distance between "The Gabriel" and the pirate ship. I knew, however, that no sooner then the 4 man party were on board the pirate ship, then the men would be taken to the holding cells and the rope attached from their row boat to this ship would be severed. My crew and I could do nothing but wait for the out come with bated breath.

'Work in progress'

Note from the author

I have taken some liberties with the dates and events during this period in order to better tell the story. If you feel that some information provided is inaccurate or to exaggerated, please don't hesitate in adding to the discussion page with the real facts with links. I hope you enjoyed the story and thank you for taking the time to read it.

Regards

The Fish

References

1: Map Archives
2: Wikipedia, Kings of England
3: Wikipedia, Kings of Scotland
4: Wikipedia, Slav Pirates