Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-24510587-20180717153048

"Malacath's teeth," Borghul grunted. "Get that fixed!"

Some crewmembers rushed below deck to comply, heading in to patch the hole. As far as Borghul was concerned, now was the time to act. He signalled to the man in the crow's nest, who responded by taking the privateer flag off the mast.

"Jarnus!" Borghul thundered, turning to the aging captain. "Change of plans!"

The Old Stag looked at his First Mate in surprise, not yet having figured out what was going on.