As Admiral Gryll left the cabin, Corbae, his raven descended on his shoulder.
She had not done so since the kraken had attacked the fleet.
Gryll was ecstatic.
“Ye belligerent, ungrateful hussy, have a ship’s biscuit.”
Corbae bit his ear and flew off with the biscuit, leaving crumbs on the Admiral’s jacket.
“argh! Ye cod faced albatross’s auntie! Come back here!”
Corbae crowed her disapproval of his words and hopped back on his shoulder.
The quartermaster, a practical man, interrupted. “Admiral,we are running low on water.”
Freshwater streams were well marked on the charts. However, they were sailing in new waters.
Land Ho! Cried a sailor.
“hand me the glass.”
He lifted it to his eyes. “This is a kaleidoscope!”
The sailor was an old salt. Look again, Admiral. Tis a proper lens.
Admiral Gryll, owner of a fleet, scourge of La Longi, and leader of a band of mercenaries shuddered.
“There be the fabled island of Pinington. Steer clear. Be it a mirage or or real, I have crossed swords with the fabled Jake Lewie and have regretted it.”
Admiral Gryll, his his first mate, and quartermaster went to the ship’s cabin.
“Here be the map he dropped when I nearly lost me life to the youngster. The outline is eerily similar.”
Grylls mates gasped in horror of the memory.
Jake’s Crew wore Maple leaf embroidery on their coats and fought with long halberds.
They could sling a strange stone at a hair’s breadth causing untold damage to their enemies.
Admiral Gryll sighed. He knew the risk was too great to anchor for scuttlebutt.
“We sail. I would rather cross a kraken than swords with Jake Lewie.”
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