With all sails unfurled, The Pride of Sommerlund cuts a swift course through the foam-flecked ocean. During the afternoon your southerly passage is joined by a school of dolphins who entertain you by leaping and plunging into the azure waves. The wind is strong and the ship sails without incident until, early the following morning, the isles off Cape Kabar appear in a line upon the southern horizon.
You meet with Fernant and Oriah on the rear deck and share a breakfast together of bread and grilled Trarta. As you eat, you trade tales of past visits to distant lands. You are enjoying the company of your travelling companions when suddenly the relaxed and easy mood is shattered by the lookout’s frantic shout: ‘Pirate raider off the starboard bow!’