[Black Rose], Captain's Quarters.
Ryan traced his finger across the tattered sea chart spread out on the oak table and spoke with a resonant depth to his voice, "Lady Freni, here lies Lanya Island, nestled within the treacherous waters of Silver Moon Bay. It serves as a haven for pirates, a quaint port where we can replenish our supplies of fresh water and provisions."
He paused, his gaze lingering on the map, "Moreover, should we have cargo that demands attention, this island offers ample opportunity for discreet dealings."
Seated regally behind the table, the witch, Lady Freni, inclined her head slightly, her interest piqued. "Mr. Ryan," she began, her voice a calm, measured cadence, "How distant are we from this Lanya Island?"
"Approximately 60 nautical miles to the southeast, my lady. With the capricious winds dictating our pace, I anticipate it will take us near ten hours to make landfall," Ryan responded, stroking his chin thoughtfully.