Over that past two and half months we have been playing a clone game of Battle-Ship called Battle-Steem. Before Each game started I did a small free write as an introduction to the game. Below are all the small free writes put together to tell the full story as was written in each game ( Spelling mistakes and all ). We will conclude with one last game of Battle-Steem. Afterwards it will be time to let my ship rest for a few weeks / months and get some prepares done to it.
Last night my Navy buddies thought it would be funny to tie me to the flag poll here onshore. Likely because of a prank I pulled on them earlier in the week. I was tied to that poll for hours and almost given up trying to free myself. Unknown to me at the time, A war had broken out and our fleet had set sail to join the rest of the Navy. In all the confusion my mates had forgotten to untie me from the flag poll.
Eventually I manage to get the ropes loose and free myself. Livid, I stroll down to the docks and all our ships are gone. My anger only intensifies. I noticed they left the small Steem Ship behind that we found floating at sea. Luckily for me it still worked and I set sail.
I see some ships at a distance and as I approach them I realize, that's not my fleet. I am directly behind the enemy and need to pass them to join my fleet. Hopefully the enemy don't see me as I doubt my ship can handle even one hit. Shit, they noticed me and begin to fire. Luckily my ship is so small they miss.
Hit, one of the enemies shots landed to the side of my small Steem ship and my ship quickly sinks. I have no idea how I managed to survive the ordeal. Luckily for me this area has many small islands and I was able to drift to one using a piece of the shattered debris from my Steem ship to help keep me stay afloat.
On that island I found a few of my comrades from my Navy fleet I have been trying to reach. They inform me their Ship was also sunk and that they already started making a few rafts in order to get off this island and hopefully back to our comrades who need our help. They agree to help me build mine once they are done theirs.
These are small one man rafts as someone on the island had the idea that we all go separately. I wasn't sure if that was the best Idea but I was out ranked and a bit shaken up from this whole ordeal.
Finally our rafts are complete. They won't hold up against any type of damage but they float and our options are limited. We wish each other luck and we all set sail from different points on the island in the hopes that at least a couple of us makes it to our fleet without being seen.
I am not sure if we were seen or if we were just unlucky and got hit with scatter shots but we didn't make it very far off the island before our rafts got destroyed. I can't believe I survived again but my comrades weren't as lucky. Both saddened by their deaths and relieved that I am still alive I begin to walk the island in hopes I can gather enough material to build one last raft.
I figured the shore line was the best place to start. I begin collecting any materials that I thought may help me build a raft when I come across a hand radio. I can't believe it, one of the radios from our sunken ships floated ashore on this island. What luck, I hope it works.
It does, I am ecstatic when I reach one of my fleets navy boat commanders. I am told to sit tight and that a rescue crew has been sent. All I can do is sit and wait to see if they make it.
I can't believe it, the rescue ships all made it to the Island without being spotted, Not a single ship lost ! I profoundly thank those who came and risked their lives to save mine. I feel an immense relief and happiness to see some fellow Navy officers.
Conversations quickly change to discussing the war at hand. It seems that no-one knows why this war broke out but one thing is for certain, we are smack dab in the middle of it all.
The happiness and relief I felt quickly subdued shortly after we set sail to rejoin our fleet and the realization set in that being rescued is only half the mission. The rescue boats still need to make it back. I briefly look up to the sky and notice some enemy planes / fighter jets. Oh no, its an air strike .....
We made it back to our fleet, well most of us made it back. A couple of our rescue boats were destroyed and lives lost but here I am back on my boat with my crew.
By the time I made it back to my fleet the battle was over and it looks like we won. What's left of the enemy ships are retreating. I look upon the sea in amazement and shock at all the rubble and debris that lay floating from both the enemy ships and our own. The situation at hand still hasn't fully hit me and there is awkward silence among the crew as we set sail for home port.
Shit, Pirate ships ! As if our luck couldn't get any worse. Normally we wouldn't have any trouble dispatching of them but with our ships damaged and moral at an all time low I fear the worse.
The Pirates are winning ..... I can't believe it. I look upon whats left of our battered ships and wonder is this the end ? The events of the past few days flash before my eyes. From being tied to that poll to being stranded on an island, it's been a wild couple of days.
Just as I started to lose all hope, I see a familiar site. Our allies have joined the fight. We might make it out of this battle yet. I was hoping the sight of our allies would be enough to scare the Pirate ships into retreating but I guess it was just hopeful thinking as they stand their ground and battle continues.
We fought of the Pirates and they are in retreat but most our ships are destroyed or badly damaged. If it wasn't for the reinforcements that showed up mid battle we may have never of survived.
Home port is just a few hours away and numbed by the feeling of war I stand stunned as I glare out to view the carnage left behind as we sail past the battle zone we were just in. I begin day dreaming of the last time I seen my family and can hear the sound of my sons X-Box One playing his favorite game ( Assassin's Creed Unity ) as he mentions he will soon need a new X-Box live subscription. Boom ... Bang ... I am awaken from my day dream ... we are being fired on again. .....
I must have been day dreaming for awhile as we are close to home port and that is where the shots are coming from. Has our base been compromised .... .
We storm home base without much resistance and minimal damage. We are now on foot trying to re-take whats ours. The echoing of gun shots and the screams of the wounded is numbing and a chilling thing to hear but we push forward inching our way closer and closer to our barracks.
We progress rather easily, a little too easily. We get inside but the place is empty. Shit it's a trap ... The enemy has surrounded our barracks and we're trapped inside. I fear this may be the end.
After being surrounded while we were inside the barracks we had no choice but to surrender. We were ordered to throw down our riffles and other weapons and come out in a signal row with hands visible.
Once out of the barracks the enemy divided us and kept us captive. I have no clue where the others are but they either have special plans for me or they are running out of room to keep prisoners. As faith would have it they brought me to the very poll my comrades tied me to at the very beginning of this war.
What faith waits for me and the others is unknown but I can still hear gun shots being fired so they haven't captured us all. Hopefully I can get these ropes loose enough so I can escape.
I been tied to this pool for hours and exhaustion is kicking in. Most my comrades are captured and the majority of our ships have been destroyed.
I see a flash of light and a big bang and then another flash. Great, thunder and lightening , it's going to rain. I suppose getting soaked from the rain is the least of my worries being tied to this poll. I pass out ....
Drip , drip .... drip .. the rain pouring down on me is what wakes me up. Disorientated, exhausted and confused I wake up to the sound of my comrades all laughing. " Wait, whats going on here", I muttered. Someone in the background answers " Dude, you were so wasted last night". Another voice loudly proclaims , " If it wasn't for the lightening we would of left you out here for another few hours ".
At this point I fully open my eyes to see my full fleet standing before me and the realization of it all being a dream hit me. A dream I dare not tell anyone about.
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Pay attention to the other entries to make sure you don't pick a grid number that was already chosen as there is no do overs in war !
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@davemccoy and
@danielsaori
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@knircky
@johndoer123 who provided many of the @dustsweeper accounts. 
@the-witty-waiter who won and then re-gifted the X-Box 1 Game that is up for grabs and 
@gasaeightyfive who has provided a portion of the Resteem subscription offered. A thanks also goes out to 
@poyim who has been creating a hit / miss graph and sharing it with everyone.