220- The Cold, Bloody Seas Pt.1

Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 63rd day of Spring, The Ardantean Strait

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"All hands, on deck!" The man from the crow's perch shouted as a fleet of Ardant ships came crossing their way.

Commander Crovar smiled as he viewed the massive fleet from the quarter deck.  "Look alive, men! It looks like we have company!" He threw the telescope to his first mate and took the mast from one of his crew. "We are about to taste salt and blood once again!"

"Aye, Commander!" His crew shouted.

He immediately twisted the mast and made the ship change its course. Instead of going straight towards the fleet barricading them, he made his ship face sideways with cannons pointing directly at the Ardants.

"Cannons on standby!" Commander Crovar shouted at the top of his lungs.