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Merrisol's wedge is up against superior numbers in terms of ships and crew, but he still manages to pull off an upset tactical move on the line of Consortium ships. The excellent Captaining and determined way the squadron slices between the enemy formation is super effective. Enemy archers and crossbow are perforated before they have a chance to return effective fire. Men fall over the side as well as very critical deckhands in the rigging. The next enemy to receive a volley on both flanks don't fare any better while they try and track on Merri's squadron. Those not killed outright are forced to keep their heads down. The loss of life is very bad for them, and the passage of the wedge breaks up the enemy formation as they veer off to avoid further assaults. Whatever their plan was, it's been thrown a big wrench.
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Whatever the submerged thing Boaz managed to avoid offers a gurgling trill as it corkscrews through the unfriendly waters. After Whiskers has put a few ship's distances behind them, there's a dull ~whump~ from in the deeps back there, and pieces of wreckage and a greasy oil slick seep to the surface of the troubled waters. Ahead of Boaz is a confused trio of enemy ships fighting to get back into formation. Their figureheads are as Anti-Amber as you can get, which may help identify friend from foe in this madness. Their gun ports are open and muzzles of cannons are being primed.
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Lhasa, in her role as Captain Howler for the day, sees the shift happen. Not in a magical sense, as she doesn't have a sense of these things, but literally as ship by ship disappears into rainbows. She knows how to read a Compass, however, and she holds the precious mechanism in her hand, head bowed and Charter partway unfurled, as the bosun calls out orders and they make speed. Martin's trail is like a lay line, setting a course that she can read on the Compass with astounding clarity. It's a wondrous thing, really, and she keeps peering up wide-eyed from her work as if to see if the line can be perceived on the water like a laser. "Blimey," she whispers. White ship between them incapacitated and crumbling like a wet cookie, the Spicy Melissa and Big Sauce separate with a bone-grinding creak, and the thing just... drops, unceremoniously, with the exception of its' crew anguished shrieks. The black ship is gone as well.
Lhasa repeats her command with a throaty yell, "Full speed, all!" She scrambles up to the stern, tucking the Compass and Charter in her pocket, and relieves Magda. With a heave, she adjusts their course. "Thirty degrees! Follow!" The Big Sauce, with the Vanila Bean, and sundry adorably named ships adroitly following, makes its way to Cibola not far behind of the Oberkin.
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Ruby's grabbed group of ships, friend and foe, batter and slide upon the shifting seas. Serpentine themes within the ocean lash the fleet elements. Flickering tongues, whipping tails and those undulating bodies influencing the watery currents with lots of strange. Presumably, this all for the purpose of being hell-bent for Cibola. Incarnate tries what she can to adapt to these environments for her own vessel and some of this spreads to nearby ships. It may be via happy accident that the enemies sailing towards the hellish vista ahead are also preserved. Her motives are preservation and endurance, but her ships suffer as she pushes for expedience. "We almost there! Can almost taste bloody place!"
A nice little trick that Doc Lhasa Bonesaw pulled off previously is now replicated by the enemy fleet. Ruby's ship, the Beast, gets thunderously sandwiched.

Within the fleet, the two surviving Arks are having issues. They're big and they have more challenging conditions than the more nimble frigates. To add to it, numerous enemy ships have risked running alongside the behemoths and have launched grapples. Whether it is to use them as wee fishies would a piece of driftwood for shelter, or to try and capture the large prizes, it is another layer of uh-oh.
It is hard for Ruby to judge how the rest of the fleet is faring with her blinders on. With the majority of the fleet parcelled and sectioned amongst Oberon's spawn, and those with esoteric Compasses and Charters, its many efforts that will see success rather than a sole individual.
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