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The Ebonarms on the gun deck tried to throw water on the fire, but the flamable oil inside the bolt hat drentched that part of the deck and water was not getting it out.

"Damned Imperials." The First Mate muttered when he saw that water wasn't putting out the fires on the stern. "Grab the tarps, we need to choke those fires to put them out." He ordered.

It would be much slower to put out the fires than initially though and the ship would suffer significant damage from the fire in the meantime. Still, these were hardened pirates with years of experience dealing with this kind of thing so they didn't panic. The only ones that were a bit chaotic were the artillerymen that got caught in the explosion, they were screaming from the pain as the other crewmen dragged them away...those that survived at least.

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"Fire!" Rajmahar ordered when the catapults were loaded up and aimed.

The two catapults threw two barrels into the water in front of the Malaia. The barrels floated above water and the privateers could see that they had lit fuses on them. Similar to their explosive bolts, these barrels were filled with flamable oil ready to explode. The fuses were similarly oiled up so the water wouldn't easily extinguise them when they splashed into the water.

Normally these barrels would be thrown directly onto the enemy ship, but the Malaia was too fast to catch so Raj had ordered his men to anticipate the ship and fire ahead of its path. If the Malaia continued ahead they would be caught right between the barrels.

"Jarrin Root you say, these mountains are full of them. The Boss is a very rich man precisely because of them." The Redguard said. "Cough up the gold and we will see to it."

His bandit didn't pay any attention to the mark on the First Mate's hand. It wasn't of any special significance to him.

As he exited the tavern, Jerod no longer saw the Imperial and Redguards from before. However, along the way out of Port Hunding he could see a Redguard patrol heading southwestward. By the colors they wore, they were the Duke's men.

The Grave's Warden led the two men down into the lower parts of the jail, where the new prisoners were kept to decrease their moral and extinguish any hope they might have of escaping. "Right this way, sirs." He said. "Those new pirates are being kept in our bottom cells as per protocol."

It was Horatia who noticed them first, since she was standing directly behind the Prince unlike Alain who had his back to the entrance. She cleared her throat. "Your highness."

Caius looked up from the old reports and saw the two Bretons and the Trierarch at the door.

The officer took the initiative. "Your highness, I present you King Cassander Auld of Daggerfall and his companion."

Caius nodded and dismissed the Trierarch. "Come, join me." He told Cassander and Damo, gesturing to two chairs at the table oppositie to him. Only Caius was seated, the two Blades were both standing up.