MIDDAY/CLOUDY
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Pickings were slim these days. It was either Cirice making Finn's life miserable or the companies had upped their game in avoiding raids. He had a stinking inkling that it might have something to do with the new hunters that were prowling the waters.
Cirice had gotten her ass kicked by one and it had taken some expert sailing and fire power to subdue her enough to board. It had been hell. The Phantom Queen's crew was lazing around in Cetnisadel Bay - either drinking the horse piss they called liquor or letting off some steam in the brothel. Once again Finn and Derrick were on the veranda in front of the tavern, pulling faces at the whiskey they had ordered.
"Didn't the Harpy say she was going to get better booze last time?" Derrick, his quartermaster, asked as he peered into the tankard.
"She did, but since when does she ever keep her word?" Finn replied, his feet propped up on the table and eyes closed. Just then, an errand boy came running from the docks with a parchment in his hand.
"Watch....here comes news." Derrick said, putting down his tankard.
Finn cracked an eye as the boy came running up the stairs, bringing him the parchment. Taking the piece of paper, Finn shooed the boy away. He threw a quick scan over the parchment before handing it to Derrick.
"Time to go hunting." Finn said, dropping his feet and sitting up straight.
"Indeed. Although, we'll have to work quickly. Or we'll miss that prize. I'll assemble the men, then." Derrick said, getting up.
An hour later, they were ready to set sail. Hopefully this prize would yield some good shares. Higher up against the coast, it had started to get cloudy and windy. Finn had taken his turn at the helm while Derrick was at the rail next to him, his peg leg riding the bucking Queen with practiced skill.
"Furl mizzens! I don't want this bitch to lose her mast when this wind decides to pick up!" Finn ordered. His me were clambering to execute his order when the call came from the Nest.
"Sails! Larboard!" Logan, the lookout, called.
Finn's head snapped upwards "Colours?" he called.
"Merchant, Cap'n! From Fahron's fleet!" Logan replied.
"Hands to stations! I want that bitch caught yesterday!" Finn ordered and all the men scrambled to get to their respective posts.
Derrick moved to take over the wheel from Finn so that his Captain had his hands free to direct the men.
We'll be on her within the hour." Derrick told his best friend.
"Good. We need this haul." Finn replied as thunder rumbled in the distance.
@Selene Fahron