Round 3 Lynch - A Foul Wind

Captain Caine eyed his lifeless sails. Things were not looking good. Looking back, he saw that all of the others were behind him. He had managed to dodge them all for days, but they were catching him now. If only he could catch a long wind, he would be able to put some distance between himself and those who hunted him.

If he had had more time, the Captain might have thought to lighten the load but as it was a few of the faster ships were began to break away from the pack and close in on the Forlorn Hope. He issued commands and prepared for battle. Captain Caine was not going down without a fight.

Like a hawk, Caine watched his enemies coming from behind. If he could gather enough information, he would know the right moment to strike. Closer the other ships came. The time for battle was fast approaching. Close still and closer. And then….mysteriously the other ships began to pull back. Were they mocking him? Toying with him and savoring his last moments?

At last that long wind came and caught his sails. Triumphant, Caine turned toward the bow. It was then that he learned the reason for the others actions. Jagged rocks lay ahead. The kind that could tear even the finest ship of the line into kindling. The Captain gave the order to his first mate to cut the wheel as he ran help lower the sails. It was too late. The wind had taken hold. As the frigate began to speed toward the rocks, the crew began to abandon hope and the ship. All save the Captain.

As the Forlorn Hope began to crash against the rocks, the captain became tangled in some of the rigging. Caine had truly become bound to his ship. What was left of the ship and the captain was pulled out to sea to eventually sink beneath the waves. The solemn affair was done. Solomon Caine was no more.