"Me neither... Hold on a moment..." *She turned away from him, looking around at the other various crew members on deck...* "Hey, Remy! Toss me your spyglass!" *She caught it as it was thrown at her, turning back to the railing and lifting it to her eye.* "I think... I think it's a person..." *She handed the spyglass to Anton to get his opinion...*
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Saevar Blackcloak was drifting on a wooden log only half conscious, the terrible memories of what had just happened playing over and over again in his head.
Less than twenty four hours ago, Saevar and his fellow crewmates, pirates all, were sailing along the merchant trading route preparing to loot whatever sailors came their way. A short while later, the tragedy hit. A ship appeared in the distance, so the pirates waited for it to come closer before they made their move. Then, the man in the crow's nest screeched in horror. The sails of the unknown ship were tattered and the caraval appeared to be a wreck, but was somehow still afloat and heading full speed towards the pirates. It was quickly identified as the Ravager, led by the dead pirate Gonchklas.
Saevar's ship, the Bloody Mast, turned and fled, but they were quickly caught. The brutal skeleton crew fired all their manpower at the pirate ship. Fireballs quickly set the sails on fire and ballistas were puncturing holes in the side.
Soon enough, the Bloody Mast sank, most of it's crew slaughtered, the few survivors caught and tortured by the undead. Saevar was the only one to escape, unbeknownst to the undead crew. However, he hadn't escaped without battle scars, as an arrow was wedged into his ribs.
Now floating on driftwood, Saevar managed to open up one of his eyes. Off in the distance, a ship had appeared. Unfortunately for him, he didn't even have the strength to lift his arm and wave for help.