The skull-and-bones flag, resembling a shark's fin beneath the waves, snapped in the sea breeze. In the silence of the night, the ship had already drawn near Pigtail Bay without a sound.
SPLASH! Waves crashed against the reefs, sending spray flying.
At Pigtail Bay, the evening's low tide only served to expose more of the steep reefs hidden beneath the water's surface.
On the ship, some twenty-odd figures gathered, able to make each other out in the moonlight.
"Praise the Sea God! We finally shook that damn fleet!"
Big Beard, a man with a woolly, curly beard, grinned. "We spent so long out at sea with those guys, there's no food left on the ship."
The crew's eyes burned as they stared at him. No unrest broke out; they just waited for Big Beard to continue. He was their miracle-working Captain, and he would bring them another miracle this time, too.
"Heh heh, but our luck's in. This place is called Pigtail Bay! It's a Baron's fiefdom."
The crew's breathing grew ragged.
