Chapter 13 - Journey to the East

The salt spray whipped fiercely against the mahogany railing of the royal flagship as Captain Vane scanned the horizon through his brass spyglass. The eastern sea was a vast, ink-blue expanse under a bruised evening sky, the wind howling a warning of an approaching tempest.
"Captain! Look off the port bow!" shouted a lookout from the crow's nest.
Vane lowered his glass and strained his eyes. Cutting through the churning waves were three sleek, low-profile galleys draped in pitch-black canvas, their decks swarming with heavily armed figures who did not bear the banners of any recognized kingdom.
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"Drums of war, ready the ballistas!" Vane ordered, his voice cutting cleanly through the howling gale.
Before the royal ship could maneuver for an intercept, a sudden burst of luminescent green light erupted from the lead black-sailed vessel. A shockwave of magical energy swept across the water, deadening the wind and wrapping the royal flagship in an unnatural, suffocating fog that swallowed the stars and plunged the sea into absolute darkness.