Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180417114422

Docked in Port Hunding's harbor was the flagship of the Imperial Navy, the Katariah. The island of Stros M'Kai was one of the Navy's main strongholds in the Abacean Sea, which was known for its important trade routes between the Summerset Isles, Cyrodiil, Valenwood, Hammerfell and High Rock. Plenty of trade meant plenty of loot to plunder, so the region was known for its piracy. As such, it was the main focus of the Imperial Navy's efforts to stop piracy.

"These reports can't be serious." Prince Caius said annoyed. The Crown Princes was inside his cabin on the large vessel, together with his two Blades bodyguards: Alain Renault and Horatia Bolar; his ship's First Mate: Florius Caprenius; and a few other officers.

"It is what the locals are claiming." Florius replied. He was an Imperial, in his mid 30s and a Centurion.

Caius snickered. "I'm not interested in superstitious stories, I want to know the location of Commander Uzgakh." He tossed the report aside.

Alain picked it up. The Breton Blade looked over the report. "Abacean Pirates?" He wasn't familiar with them.

"Legends sailors tell their children." Caius replied. "They were infamous pirates from two eras back."

"Sailors are claiming to have encountered them at sea?" Alain asked.

"From the reports, some poor half-drowned sod is claiming his ship was attacked by them. He was the only survivor." Florius explained.

"More like their navigator was careless, or drunk, and ran them into the rocks." Caius retorted. He turned to Florius. "So, still no word on the whereabouts of the Daggerheart Pirates?"

"No, your highness." Florius replied. "Uzgakh and his crew are still missing, like all the other Cardinal Commanders."

"Then we will have to keep hunting their allies until they show themselves." Caius stated. "We'll smoke them out eventually."

"Ugh, it's been decades since I've last worn this." Shashev muttered as he fidgeted with his armor. The Dunmer walked to the stern, where his new Captain was enjoying himself while steering the ship.

Lhotun was smiling, taking in the salty cold sea air. He looked over at his First Mate. "Decades? That helmet looks new."

"It is new, lad. My original one got blown to bits by the Imperial Navy. One good helmet that one, saved my life. Had I not been wearing it my head would've been blown off in that explosion." Shav said and approached. He looked down at the crew they had on deck. "A sorry lot."

The young Redguard lifted an eyebrow. "They look like a fine crew to me."

"Your father's crew was fine. Experienced sailors the lot of them. These bunch aren't half as sharp." Shav stated.

Not many of the original Brinehammer Crew stayed behind when Lhotun annouced his turn to piracy...actually only Shav did. The rest had stayed behind in Dawnstar, not wanting to get involved in criminal activity. So the skeleton crew they had amassed now were the lowlifes they were able to find on the city before they set sail.

"Well we'll need to change that." Lhotun stated.

"Aye, we will, if you have any wish to be a real pirate. That life ain't easy lad, I'll tell you that much. We'll need good sailors and good fighters to be able to last long with the Navy all uppety since that s'wit of a Pirate King drove them into a frenzy." Shav agreed.

"Basil Goldeye." Lhotun muttered. "King of the Pirates, leader of the Allied Pirate Fleet, richest man in Tamriel, sacker of the Imperial Isle, stealer of the Amulet..."

"Also dead." Shav interrupted the boy's day dreaming. "He was a good pirate, but far too reckless. Folk like that tend to die quickly, which he did. Not me though, I'm a survivor. Learn from me, lad, and I'll get us through this in mostly one piece."