Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-24510587-20180809215029

The Old Stag had not struggled while the mutineers had hauled him to the lifeboat. What was the point? The old man could not hope to win a fight against a much more youthful Orc and several Argonians, and even if he could, the crew had predominantly turned on him, that much was clear. There was little more he could do right now than retain his dignity while his small vessel was lowered into the sea, and the ship he used to commandeer for so many years sailed off under new management.

The Malaia slipped away from the carnage unnoticed as the battle raged on, her small frame but a seeming footnote among the titans that were the Katariah and Malacath's Fist. Once she was out of the fray, no other ship could catch up to her. She was gone. Jarnus could do little except hope that he wasn't picked up by some pirate ship.