The sea was surprisingly calm after what had occurred the night before. The ship gently rocked with no sign of land. The sun was beating down on the hard-working crew who were eager to please their captain. A few clouds seemed to be spotted around in the sky and being whisked away by the sea breeze, which helped keep everyone cool. It was a peaceful day on the ship with the wind carrying them in the right direction.

It was calm. The crew was tired after ransacking a rather posh village that was settled on the coast, tearing everything out of the shops and stalls that were deemed important and expensive. After they had practically slaughtered the village and set every standing house on fire, they moved to the manor, tearing it apart and doing the same as they did to the village, grabbing something of the up most importance.

Captain Garrick "Ironclad" McAllister was sat in the office of his quarters staring at the map on his table and the compass that kept switching around as he rubbed his beard and groaned gently. His crew was kept busy with drinking and being controlled by his first mate, Elias. He was silently remembering who he had taken from their noble bed and wanted to make them suffer. The loud cheers of the crew coming through his office and the annoyed shouts of his first mate.

The crews captor had their hands bound and sitting as still and as silent as a mouth.