The Great Captain Boomie

In the distance, I could see a ship. She was an old ship, definitely went through many harsh storms, and some attacks as well. On the hull, there were recent repairs, as the wood looked different from the original.

On the ship, it looked like an irritated anthill, as the ship came alive, putting all of their manpower in letting down the sails on three masts. All focusing on bringing them closer to us, there was still a good half an hour between us, if they start moving.

Lowering the spyglass, I handed it back to Ellos, who was in the middle of a shift change with Carlos, since he spent most of the morning in the crow's nest, keeping an eye out for trouble.

"You seem a little angry," Ellos muttered as I faked a smile. Angry isn't the word I would use to describe my current mood, I was actually irritated.