We left port, after the captain gave a man's soul to demons (or so I'm told) - sailing south with a cargo hold full of assorted goods. Rather dull trinkets, but humans pay good coin for them.
As we headed around the island, powered in large part due to my superior magic - little do the rest of the crew know yet about my new firey tricks - we spotted a sail. We raised a flag, tried to identify ourselves and do the proper thing. In return they raised their pirate colours and attacked. Very rude - if pirates start attacking pirates, then this is all very confusing. We gave them a good fight and what was left of them boarded. I grabbed my hammer and bashed my way through them - obviously showing my superiority to the captain.
Regretfully they died quickly, and we looked to salvage their ship - I tried to repair it, having argued sensibly for us to get the prize, but a storm came. The captain's good work - though let us not tell him that - kept the ship going but our prize was lost.
We went sailing again, trying to finish our trading runs - but now tales follow us of young boys dying. Now, this isn't a huge concern - boys die all the time, some of them mollested by man the captain sells the souls of apparently. But this has the girls concerned. And when Sira is concerned she gets a bit....shooty.
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