"Drop anchor!"
Ilona strode onto the deck of her ship and looked out across the ocean where it met the land. It was too dark to see much but she could make out the beach and the high cliff above. On the cliff, there was indeed a large, burning bonfire lighting up a lovely white manor behind it. Lifting her golden-colored spyglass to her eye she studied the structure closer and a smile flitted across her lips. Whoever owned this beautiful place had to be wealthy.
The ship was coming to a stop now and the men were scrambling to begin dropping their longboats over the side.
"Pierce," she called to her off-putting quartermaster, "Lead the landing party."
"Aye Captain!"
"And I want the men to try not to kill anyone unless they have to. We're close to home after all."
