Gunfire: The Warning
It wasn't Neptune who found us first, though.
A pirate craft dropped down on us a few days later, plummeting from a heavy cloud bank where it had been lying in wait. It arrested its fall neatly and elegantly off our starboard side, heliographs stuttering demands.
I joined the crew at the side rails, reading the message straight off the flashing light with a practiced eye.
"Why are we not opening fire?" I enquired of the man next to me, who snorted.
"There's not a cannon or gun that'll reach that distance, and they know it."
I didn't bother with an answer, grabbing the rifle and a pocketful of gleaming bullets from our cabin. Ryle looked up and grinned.
"Give them hell for me."
I gave him a thin smile back, climbing back up the stairs. Balancing the long weapon against the rail, I brought the stock into my shoulder and breathed out.
Out of range, I sneered contemptuously. The wrong type of thinking.
Warning shots are a waste of ammunition. My first bullet took the head off their helmsman.
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