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The seas were restless today. The waves clashed with the iron-reinforced frame in vicious roars and the wind rattled the sails like rumbles of thunder. Yes, today was a good day – a perfect day – for Calypso at least. She was the fastest vessel since the Ghost of the Seas, the Aquila, had become a broken heap in some godforsaken port. Some, such as her captain, would go so far as to say she would have topped the Aquila had the old girl still been sea worthy. When the conditions worsened and brought other ships to their knees, the black flag, baring Calypso's insignia would rustled with anticipation, greeting the storm with open arms.

As did her captain. "Today is our day, lads. I feel it in the air, I do. Simian, tell me you have something!" Two weeks they'd been at sea. Waiting. Watching. Hunting the merchant ships as they ventured to their ports. It kept the crew on their toes, especially when they were faced with a good chase and fight as they boarded.

But all fun came to an end, and after these long two weeks without a single ship to tail, the aquamarine waters were beginning to lose their appeal, as were the cloudless blue skies and the gulls that soiled the ships deck. Then again, they'd lacked appeal to begin with. It had left the captain, and crew, itching for something exciting to happen. And today had to be the day.

Up in the crow's nest, Simian, a short lanky fellow with a reputation for deft fingers, anxiously shifted at his post. His squinted eyes peered off into the distance for anything that broke the flat line of the grey morning horizon. "Nothing yet, Cap'n! Just the brewin's of a storm!"

First Mate, Ian Bronson, leaned over from the wheel and whispered to the Captain. "Seems while we've a stroke of good luck, bad luck follows. We should turn in while the men haven't drawn sword."

Damn it all! While the gods of the sea had turned favour to Calypso and her crew, Lady Luck seemed to frown upon them. "As much as I would like to deny your claim. It would appear you are right." There was not much else they could do. With food supplies running low and the men bickering over the smallest things like sleeping spaces and who stole who's scrub brush, there was only so much longer they could last. The Captain pushed off the railing with a grumble. "Fine. Set a course for the nearest port. Boston, if I'm not mistaken."

"Aye, Captain."

And then, it happened. Simian shouted from the nest and pointed starboard. "Ship inbound! Ship inbound!"

Everyone rushed to the edge of the ship, eager commotion filled the air as they confirmed Simian's sighting. Two merchant ships from what the Captain could see through the spyglass, accompanied by a single naval vessel.

A wide grin crossed the Captain's face as a playful smack to the First Mate's chest was made. "Did I not say today was our day, Master Bronson? They've made it to easy for us. Gentlemen!" Master Bronson chuckled, all too glad that their waiting had finally paid off. The crewmen turned to their leader, eyes sparking with a need to fight. "Our patience has once more paid off! We've guests to greet, so let us give them a fitting welcome!"

The crew roared with life renewed, chanting and stabbing their blades into the billowing air.

"Ready the cannon's, catch the wind and guide our friends to the storm. And let our colours fly!" The Captain called out. Less than a second later, the crew rushed to their posts, their hurried footsteps mimicked the rumbling thunder from the darkening clouds above.

The flag of Calypso took to the skies, the skeleton of a mermaid with the waves of the ocean at her back and trident held upward. Let these men sing tales of the Queen of the Sea. Calypso and her Siren. Let them tremble as the cannons cripple them.

As the chase began and the haunting booms of cannon fire echoed through the air, the storm overhead brought the first droplets of rain. Rain of the skies. And rain of blood.