—–It wasn’t fear that drove him, he had lost that what felt like eons ago. As the ghostly ship raced towards his own, he began his preparations. Without a crew, it took him some time, but with the fluidity of multiple lives on the water, on this boat, in situations like this his instincts took over. He had each of his six weapons strapped in a way he could fire each topside as he steered his single-masted ship. The apparition ship was bigger, and he didn’t even know if he could damage it, but he would never just keel over without a fight, no matter the cost. Laughter began to echo across the ocean swells towards him. The Captain returned the sound with his own mad mirth and dark-humored laughter as the ships cleared the shallow distance between each other.