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The door opens onto Sherwood where the men are gathered. Little John sees this group and gives a nod,

"Ye're with me, let's get movin'."

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will_scarlett

That causes the bowmen to yell and try to throw off the blanket.

All this does is make the cart move even more. The horses pull but the cart's been fortified so that means the horses are gone leaving the driver to deal with Jack.

Its a heavy chest and it doesn't want to move at all as the cart starts to sink into the mud.

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pirate_jack

"Yeeeeaaaargh!" Jack shoves the blanketed bowman hard in the back, trying to knock him over the side of the cart and into the mud, then swings around and crosses swords with the driver.

Steel rings out like music in blithe counterpoint to the thud of boots against wood, and the 'blop' sounds the mud makes as it sucks at the cart.

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will_scarlett

The bowman is not a great fighter, that's why he has a crossbow so he tries to run into where he thinks Jack is.

As the driver does his best to fight off Jack but well he's just a guard.

The fight is making the cart makes some interesting motions and it starts to tip.

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pirate_jack

"Now that's more like it!"

As the blanket-blinded bowman staggers toward Jack and the driver, Jack springs out of his way and up toward the side of the tipping cart -- which is rapidly becoming the top of the cart.

Perched safely on the wood there, he watches the collision on the deck below.

--CRASH--

Jack winces.

"That looked like it had to hurt, mate."

Edited Date: 2008-09-28 10:39 pm (UTC)

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will_scarlett

The cart just keeps tipping especially as the chest bumps into the bowmen and driver causing more cursing.

Then the wheel finally breaks as the cart capsizes.

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pirate_jack

As the cart tips completely over, Jack springs forward and onto dry land. He spins around to watch it fall with a triumphant grin on his face.

"Ha! Take that, you flea-bitten mangy excuses for mongrels--"

It's only then that he realizes that the chest, instead of having fallen free, is trapped under the cart, in the mud.

"... oh bugger."