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"Those ships were stolen from the town docks last night. We were reclaiming them for my liege, Baron Astien!" The Breton yelled at her angrily.

"But now they've gotten away, all because of you!" He pointed his finger at her. "My liege will hear of this, Imperial! What's your name and that of your ship?"

Evalana knew that Baron Astien Diel was the cousin of Procutatore Baragon Diel, her superior officer. She messed up pretty bad. A scolding would be the minimum she should expect when word reaches him.

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It would take time to fix the galleon's sails. So there was no way to catch up with the smaller ships, who were now leaving the line of sight of the Bretons and Imperials.

Zirkan had to keep casting the spell multiple times as he made his way towards the fort. Progress was slow crossing the kilometer from his previous hiding place and the fort walls. Though he managed to make it there without being spotted.

The Dunmer had used up nearly all of his magicka, he only had a fourth of his reserves left.

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By the time Zirkan got there, the fort already knew that the pirates had left their previous docking spot, as the scout had already returned to report to Abdul.

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The other scouts had spent the last 7 hours searching for the ship and one of them was closing in on the Ultima's new location.

Shav and his captain walked into the tavern. It was quite busy, full of drunk pirates and other criminals drinking and gambling to their heart's content.

Lhotun saw a collection of interesting looking gentlement, including some that caught his eye. They were a group of men sitting alone. They all had bald heads and extremely pale milky, almost light gray in appearance. It made them look almost like a dead body.

Shav whispered to Lhotun. "Avert your eyes from them, those are the Drowned Men."

Lhotun nodded and looked away. Those guys certainly look crazy. He thought.

They walked up to the tavernkeeper and Shav spoke, since he seemed to know him. "Einarr?"

The Nord looked over at him and narrowed his eyes. He didn't seem to know the Dunmer. "Einarr...you are mistaken elf. Einarr was my old man. I am Gjalund."

Well it has been 40 years since I was last here... Shav reflected. "My mistake, I haven't been here a while. What happened to your father?"

"Died." Gjalund replied bluntly. He didn't show much emotion. He examined the scarred Dunmer and the Redguard. "Aye, I certainly haven't seen either of you here before. What do you want?"