Signal the HMS Ramillies for support

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From: A Bounty Upon Your Head

"Captain!" your lookout bellows. "There's another ship approaching!"

Game Instructions: The Rowdy Corsair will help you – but will take her cut of the resulting Plunder.

Unlocked with The Crew of the HMS Ramillies

Challenge information

Narrow, Zeefaring 11 (50% base)

• 7 and below - almost impossible (10%)
• 8 - high-risk (20%)
• 9 - high-risk (30%)
• 10 - tough (40%)
• 11 - very chancy (50%)
• 12 - chancy (60%)
• 13 - modest (70%)
• 14 - very modest (80%)
• 15 - low-risk (90%)
• 16 and above - straightforward (100%)
  

Success

Two against one

[…]

But the HMS Ramillies cuts behind the enemy. Together, you have your target pinned, which is when the bombardment begins. Bullets, shells, shrieks through the smoke […]

"Don't mind us!" [...] "We'll just help ourselves. Pleasure lendin' a hand!"

Description summary:
The first paragraph varies based on the the type of ship you're pursuing.

Ship Type	First Paragraph
50	The Fleet of Truth, it seems, lay claim to all Starved artefacts [...]. The vessel gets halfway through [...] the various maritime and academic laws [...] before an overenthusiastic postgraduate fires a starboard cannon [...] – at which point all hell breaks loose.
77	Despite flying the flag of Nidah, this vessel is from Gaider's Mourn. Another crew hired by the Mithridate Office, no doubt. Tripods smoulder on their deck, filling the air with familiar incense, but it can barely conceal the ship's carrion stink.
100 - 199	A practiced ear can pick out specifics within the clangour. The boom-whistle of Caminus Yards' 'Hellthrasher'. [...] Your pursuer has the latest in weaponry from London's shipyards – has the Admiralty outfitted a ship just to hunt down little old you?
200 - 299	The Khaganian vessel is a beacon in the darkness, its fierce electric lighting obscuring [...] its weaponry. It is a war-trimaran, double-outrigged and manoeuvrable, dodging your salvos and bringing its broadside to bear with startling agility.
300 - 399	[...] Portholes open up like eyes on the gun decks, revealing the black voids of cannons where none were visible before. The ship itself screams, a chilling, coal-powered war cry, and metal screeches as it forms itself into new and threatening shapes.
400 - 499	It should be impossible for rowers to keep up with your engines. And yet the brass galley is gaining on you, under the power of nothing more than its crew. Worst of all, you can hear them laughing.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

•  Troubled Waters is increasing… (+5 CP)
•  You've gained Zailing Speed x Zailing...
•  You've gained 1 x Time Spent at Zee (hidden)
•  You've gained [See below] x Pieces of Plunder Weighing Down Your Hold

Rare Success

Two against one

[...]

[...] They're still singing as the doomed vessel goes down, disgorging enough plunder to make this well worth their while.

"Always a treat to come and bail you out!" [...] "Get into more trouble for me, will ya? I'd like to retire early!"

Description summary:
The first paragraph varies based on the the type of ship you're pursuing, with the same text as the standard success.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

•  Troubled Waters is increasing… (+3 CP)
•  You've gained Zailing Speed x Zailing...
•  You've gained 1 x Time Spent at Zee (hidden)
•  You've gained [See below] x Pieces of Plunder Weighing Down Your Hold

Failure

Forced to fight alone

The HMS Ramillies is zailing in the wrong direction. Doesn't the Rowdy Corsair see your signals? Perhaps the fog's too thick. Perhaps her crew's too drunk.

Your enemy bears down on you.

[...]

Description summary:
The third paragraph varies based on the the type of ship you're pursuing.

Ship Type	Third Paragraph
77	Through a spy-glass, you can see their captain: another corsair [...] wearing a mask. But this mask is black, glistening, like onyx or obsidian. All their crew are malnourished and skeletal, [...] yet they hurl themselves into the fight. [...] You barely escape [...]
100 - 199	The captain of this vessel is a cut above the usual Admiralty dross. Your every manoeuvre is countered, your every gambit undercut. […] You are only just able to limp away, and are forced to spend the foreseeable future bailing water and patching holes.
200 - 299	[...] Your ship feels clumsy in comparison, aiming always at the empty zee [...] They leverage every advantage at their disposal, blinding your gunners with dazzling spotlights [...] You are forced to retreat [...] lest you become a prisoner of the Khanate.
300 - 399	[...] Your bosun contends that the vessel was simply attempting to ram you, to punch a hole in your hull [...] But you know the truth, and so do your crew. You stood at the railing as the Polythremean hulk charged towards you, [...] and opened its hungry mouth.
400 - 499	The brass galley's guns are comically small [...] And then the metal of your hull begins to sprout. [...] A rose blooms from the mouth of a torpedo launcher. You are forced to retreat before your vessel is transformed into a particularly buoyant shrub.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]

•  Troubled Waters is increasing… (+12 CP)
•  Your vessel is reviled by all the zee's lawful citizens. (Sets Unwelcome on the Waters to 1)
•  You've gained Zailing Speed/2 x Zailing...
•  You've gained 1 x Time Spent at Zee (hidden)