No No Lets not Go Hard to Anywhere

"HARD TO STARBORD" BLEEEEEEEEEECH! I could only barely hold on to the railing while I heard the captain barking orders up above. I was terrible on the sea anyway, but it was made worse by a storm that had set in while we were chasing our prey and every sway of the ship was amplified. We had been on the open sea for three days, I don't know how Telrrax figured we were going the right way, but I'll be damned if we didn't see the sails of the councilman's ship on the horizon (what little we could make out in the storm).  I again spent the time trying to keep fruit and small food down, while rushing to the rail to throw it back up.

Telrrax spent her time walking the ship and skulking at the horizon.  The crew seemingly used to the behavior from her just let her be. I could understand a personal motive to someone who kept you a slave, but hers was bordering on obsession (something I also understood). I don't pry, but I figured there was a tale there I never wanted to know.

"WE'RE GAINING HER SIR!" The captain called out over the loud thump of the storm and I looked up and saw that we were gaining on the galleon, we were also getting close to an island of sorts.

"We need to move faster Captain, I don't want that son of a bitch getting to an island, catch that ship and sink it."

"I'll try my best."

"You'll succeed captain, there is no point in trying." I wanted to tell her sinking the ship would make it difficult to know if the councilman was even aboard, but between puking, the storm, and well Telrrax's mood I thought it best to keep my mouth shut, well aside from the vomitting. The boat took another hard lurch to the right and then the banging started, they were trying to open fire on us, and we were responding in kind.

"This just got fun boys!" The captain called out and I had to beg to differ.