That night the sea was fuddled.
In moonlight silver, dark waves murmuring to any who would eavesdrop. The black of its sails dark against the night sea, a single ship outgunning all beneath it. Flags down, no markings, a form of vessel that held in it the mightiest pirate known to ocean.
Captain Dorian Vance
Once his name was on the Empire, a brilliant lieutenant in the Grand Fleet thinking to become Commander, somehow. Or only whispered respectfully in the lawless ports, or cursed isles. Framed, betrayed or beyond belief? Only the sea was ever told the truth
Back tonight, to Blackreach Bay, the mainswim sigil of underworld. A nest for outlaws, smugglers and those that had a debt to no king. Just the scent of salt and burning, spilled rum. The lanterns shown and crooked wooden docks where ships went to die, were lit.
Dorian was following up the mile of Darkwater as Donn showing caution I guess. This was more than just supply. He was in search of answers.
Out at the extremity of the dock, someone stood. Shadows camouflage it and mask their face under a hood.
Captain, You never should have come back.
His hand hovering near his cutlass Dorian
Dark chuckled from the cloaked figure "Well then, you had better hurry.
You've heard the Empire hounds already sniffing your trail. And there are other hunters of that long-forgotten object too.
In the distance, a storm was gathering. The quest for the greatest treasure started