Annoyed, you clawed your way out of the heavy net and scrambled to your feet, racing after your captain. Since he could turn himself into smoke, he hadn’t been caught in the net.

You caught up to him at the port as he stood at the edge of the dock, glaring out at a large ship sailing away. Your ship, on the other hand, seemed to be sinking. There would be no way to give chase.

“Damn pirates,” Smoker growled, biting down on his cigars.