Donnybrook is a mass-skirmish, card-driven game. This game was really chaotic.
THE FIGHT FOR THE FOUNTAIN
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A LAMENT FOR ASSE
Juan Balboa eyed his assembled troops. They were a poor lot, mostly raw recruits recently drawn into the militia and uncertain as to which end of the musket hurt most. One unit did not even have muskets, and were issued half-pikes. But Balboa was not concerned. They lacked firepower but had Serjente Pedro Vacuna. Tough and capable he had been drilling them whenever possible. These lanceros would be deadly in a fight. Two units of musketeers and a detachment of regular dragoons completed his command.
His orders were clear – Get to the fabled fountain ahead of the pirate Jack Asse. And he had achieved just that. The fountain was not much to look at, but its powers were legendary, or perhaps sinister was the better term. No matter. No pirate scum could be allowed to drink from its waters.
The forces of the benevolent King of Spain were drawn up in a rough line some little way behind a stream. On the left Capitaine Diego marched with the first unit of musketeers. He was a tall and shadowy character but his skill with a blade was well known. Balboa was glad to have him along. Next the dragoons waited on the trail. Then Balboa accompanied by Padre Ramon and the Councilman Luis de Alcazar. Next came the second unit of musketeers. And on the right Pedro Vacuna and the lanceros were strung out through the wood.
“Where are the pirates?” asked Padre Ramon. The Councilman replied, “No need to fret. I have made certain arrangements to delay some of them.” Balboa did not like the feverish glint in the Councilman’s eyes. Clearly he had sampled the water. The Fountain takes its toll.
But the Councilman was correct. One unit of pirates were late to arrive.
“Let us begin.” The dragoons moved across the stream in open order. As yet the pirate force was minimal. A unit of sword and daggers were arrayed opposite and Balboa gave the order for his musketeers to fire. In close order they fired a volley and a few of the pirates fell.
The first unit of musketeers moved forward. What was this? A previously unseen ditch bordering the trail ran in front of the unit. Excellent! Now their position was well protected. Suddenly all the musketeers threw down their weapons and scrambled into the ditch. Someone had seen a glint of gold and all discipline was lost.
But the pirates were in no position to exploit this weakness. Indeed one unit of musket-armed thugs arrived and seeing the splendor of His Majesty’s troops promptly disappeared.
The dragoons closed their ranks in preparation for a charge. This was a mistake. Now they lacked the range to contact the enemy unit to their front. Very embarrassing. Instead the first rank fired its brace of pistols and one pirate dropped.
The pirate sword and dagger mob had been scrambling to avoid another volley. Now they seized their chance and charged the dragoons. But the dragoons easily parried with their long blades.
Serjente Vacuna urged the lanceros forward through the stream. They were close. A charge and the pirates would taste steel. Alas, the stream was not as fordable as reported. The first rank of lanceros in their eagerness had rushed forward only to find the water was deep and now they were submerged to their necks.
Capitaine Diego on the left had managed by application of the flat of his blade to get the musketeers out to the ditch and formed to fire. And what a volley. Clearly these men wanted to keep their riches. The elite pirate unit which had just appeared were destroyed to a man. And Captain Asse was left alone looking forlorn. At this point all the pirates turned and fled the field.
It had been a dismal day for the pirates. Most of the fighting had been undertaken by the sword and dagger crew – the worst unit on the pirate side. One unit had been late. Another had turned and fled upon arrival. Not a single unit had managed to fire a shot. Spanish losses were very light despite their errors.
The Fountain had been defended.