Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150905224128/@comment-27783182-20150909212240

Sandcloak looked back at the pirates. She pointed towards the training area, next to the slave quarters, in the middle of the ship. "Off ya go, lads. Show how bad ye are."

The whole crew ran up the stars and climbed down the ladder that led to the training area. She glared at the breton.

"You too, Sour Soir."

The breton ran out of the cabin in all fours, while Sandcloak walked towards the door and looked at Cyrnin.

"Follow me." She asked.

When she headed out, she looked at Lyria's ship, and furrowed her eyebrows in disgust. After that, she gestured Cyrnin to head down, where the crew was already shooting.

None of the arrows hit the targets, except for one.