Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The storm overhead made great cover as Thal and her crew maneuvered out of Jack Tar Landing. With the approaching Deepfrost and the past few months of minimal activity, the men were thirsty for action, and who was she to deny them? They needed to restock their coffers, and they could all do with a win, herself included.
They sailed around the Brizo Sea, heading in the direction of Torchline but taking their time as they kept their eyes peeled for any other vessels. The crew was especially chipper, singing shanties as they tied riggings and adjusted sails. Strong winds and dark clouds rolled in along with an echoing thunder that shook the wood beneath their feet. None of the men were fazed, familiar with the section of perpetual lightning storms. In fact, it made it easier to hunt for targets, disguising their approach until it was too late.
The crow gave the signal for a ship in the distance the same moment Thal spotted the white sails. From what she could tell, it was a merchant ship, perfect for looting. It sat low in the water, heavy with the burden of goods. She shared a smile with her first mate, knowing that they were about to see some action. He immediately knew what that meant, moving about the ship to prepare the crew. Steering them towards their target, she let out a long whistle to raise the flag. While it was usually hidden under a loose plank, but the sailors soon had it flapping in the windy rain. Its Jolly Roger stood stark against the black fabric despite the darkness of the storm, a doomed warning to the people aboard the other ship of what awaited them. The Marauder was too fast for them to avoid, but they'd be able to prepare their people to be boarded.
Thal grinned, passing off the wheel to another while she met her men at the starboard railing. A flash of her fangs and the branding of her daggers was enough to send the men into a battle cry, adrenaline bouncing throughout the group. It was intoxicating, and she relished in the anticipation of the events to come.
They sailed around the Brizo Sea, heading in the direction of Torchline but taking their time as they kept their eyes peeled for any other vessels. The crew was especially chipper, singing shanties as they tied riggings and adjusted sails. Strong winds and dark clouds rolled in along with an echoing thunder that shook the wood beneath their feet. None of the men were fazed, familiar with the section of perpetual lightning storms. In fact, it made it easier to hunt for targets, disguising their approach until it was too late.
The crow gave the signal for a ship in the distance the same moment Thal spotted the white sails. From what she could tell, it was a merchant ship, perfect for looting. It sat low in the water, heavy with the burden of goods. She shared a smile with her first mate, knowing that they were about to see some action. He immediately knew what that meant, moving about the ship to prepare the crew. Steering them towards their target, she let out a long whistle to raise the flag. While it was usually hidden under a loose plank, but the sailors soon had it flapping in the windy rain. Its Jolly Roger stood stark against the black fabric despite the darkness of the storm, a doomed warning to the people aboard the other ship of what awaited them. The Marauder was too fast for them to avoid, but they'd be able to prepare their people to be boarded.
Thal grinned, passing off the wheel to another while she met her men at the starboard railing. A flash of her fangs and the branding of her daggers was enough to send the men into a battle cry, adrenaline bouncing throughout the group. It was intoxicating, and she relished in the anticipation of the events to come.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
