"And are you sure that they will have the ships ready in time?" asked Logvarine to Cavek. He crossed his arms and stuck his nose up in the air.

"My connections in the Alik'r fleet are very reliable." Logvarine rolled his eyes.

"I asked a question, now answer it." Cavek let his arms down.

"Yes, they're getting in position right now."

"Good," said Logvarine, "We set out for the north now; we have no time left to waste." Nivard walked up to him.

"I'm coming!" he said.

"Fine… I will leave Cat in charge." He told them, "Wait for me at the docks; I'll be there."

He arrived at the docks they had built around a kilometer from the cave, two beautifully crafted war ships sat in the harbor yearning for the open seas. Around 40 men were on each boat, Logvarine was the captain of the "Moon and Star" and it was a fine vessel indeed. Its hull was painted a dark blue and it had an elegantly designed naval ram on its front.

"Hey there Cap'n!" said the harbor manager as Logvarine walked by with his crossbow on his back and his sword at the ready. He continued walking. "Take care on those waves, storm comin'!" He hollered out at him. Logvarine waved back without turning around. He made his way on to his ship and Nivard boarded his own ship, the "Wings of Alduin".

"We have to get moving or we won't make it!" Hollered Captain Nivard as he took the helm of his ship. Mages lined the sides of both ships; they were preparing for orders to fire on the enemy, the ships had only a few cannons as explosive substances were few and far between in Tamriel.

"Well then let's go!" he shouted back. He ordered the sails to be loosened and they were off.

Half a day later they had arrived at the ambush point. They dropped anchor near the shore of a nearby island to the north of the Skyrim and Hammerfell border, making it look like they were simple traders. Logvarine's spotter in the crow's nest spotted the Thalmor fleet about two minutes ago and now he could see the Alik'r navy set up behind another island. Cavek suggested that they go now and block their exit to solitude. They waited for a minute or more and then – on Logvarine's orders – loosened the sail to full, and they rocketed forward with the power of the wind. The storm was coming in fast; it was only a mile from them now. As they approached the path of intersection with the enemy fleet they went with no sails until they stopped right in their way.

"Happy now?" asked Logvarine, Nivard was circling around them to get them from the side. The Thalmor had at least seven ships, but what Logvarine and his friends lacked in numbers they made up for in skill and strength. Three Alik'r ships waited for the signal; Logvarine turned the Moon and Star to face the target.

"Mages! To the front of the ship, open fire on my order!" he commanded as he put his hand in the air. Energy began to emanate from his hand as a fire ball formed; it shot from his palm and into the sky. That was the signal. Suddenly the Alik'r ships sped towards the fleet firing balls of ice and fire at the ships; they returned fire. Nivard sped the wings of Alduin at the fleet as well, he turned the helm and opened fire from the cannons. Logvarine and his ship were racing towards the battle.

"Now!" he threw his arm down and the mages began shooting fireballs and lightning bolts at the ship in the lead. The ships were far from them, but they would make literal contact with them soon enough; he let go of the giant wheel.

"Cavek, take the helm, ram the ship in the nose from the side diagonally." Cavek grasped the spokes of the wheel in his pale hands and turned slightly to their right; Logvarine was waiting on the front railing of the ship with a group of warriors. Soon enough the enemy frigate was right beside them. The Thalmor ship wasn't much bigger than their ship. Cavek spun the wheel and turned the naval ram on the first ship. They rammed into the ship and punctured its hull; they were hooked in.

"Board 'em!" he screamed as he jumped up on the ship, his compatriots followed after him with weapons drawn. As they climbed up onto the deck of the enemy ship they were met by a whole five squads of soldiers. Logvarine ran at the horde of Thalmor with his flaming blade 'Paarthurnax' unsheathed and slashed one in the gut; he brought the elf's back down and kneed him in the face, he turned around just as one of his soldiers impaled an Altmer with his spear. Logvarine could feel the air around him shifting so he moved his head to the side and a fireball flew past him, not even an inch away from his nose; they had mages too. He lazily dispatched one soldier that ran at him by chopping into the man's shoulder; it cut through him like Scrib jelly. He discharged a giant cone of fire out of his palms at a trio of Altmer; they ran around screaming as their flesh burned to the bones. He had lost two men to the enemy so far, but the Thalmor had lost five just by his hands, around 11 in total. He threw Paarthurnax seemingly at random but then a soldier ran around the corner and got its bone blade in his chest as he fell to the ground. The dead elf's friends came around the corner now; Logvarine close lined one of them as he rolled across the deck and grabbed his sword out of the soldier he had hit. He stood up and swung; he caught the other elf's neck and took his head clean off of his shoulders. The one he had close lined was on the ground; a woman Altmer. He stabbed his blade into her chest and yanked it out of her corpse as blood spurted all over his armor. A large group of Thalmor Justicars busted through the door to the stairs leading below deck and engaged the invaders. Logvarine grabbed his crossbow from his back and shot a bolt at one of the Justicars; he hit him in the back and he fell over writhing in agony, a nord man came over and stabbed the man in the back while he was still on the deck. Logvarine was going to go find the captain but he tripped and fell to his rump when something shook the boat; Nivard rammed this ship too. Two of the enemies Ships were already sunken, the survivors were taken prisoner. Nivard jumped onto the deck and cleaved a man across the chest with his war axe; the wound was frosted over with magic ice left from his enchantment. He raised his arm and elbowed the man in the head knocking him own. He turned around and punched another Elf in the face; he was killed instantly from the blunt force of the Nord's muscular arms. Logvarine jumped higher to the area of the deck where the helmsman was. He stabbed a black cloaked elven woman in the shoulder and hit her in the gut with his palm; he took the blade out and stabbed her through the back as she bent over in pain. Fiery arrows blitzed across the starry sky on the cold winters night, two lit the mast of the ship ablaze as black smoke clouded the air above them. He ran up the stairs to the steering wheel and was met by three Thalmor agents.

"We're taking on water sir!" shouted an Altmer man who had just came from below deck; he was right, the deck was starting to slant and his ship was no longer hooked on; the Moon and Star's crew was returning to the ship slowly; he would have to make it quick. He turned to the crew of three and shouted.

"LIZ SLEN NUS!" after a quick flash of blue light, the three men were completely frozen in ice, so was the wheel. He smashed the frozen wheel with his hand and began to run towards his own ship. He was knocked over by the tremor that rocked the ship, as it split in half. He was sent rolling backwards and he slammed against the back railing of the ship. He regained his composer and hooked his clawed hands into the deck and started to climb, the ship had tilted quite steeply. He reached the crack finally and made a daring jump across the gap; he landed on the other half of the ship – which was luckily less slanted than the other. He climbed up the anchor chain of his own ship and was helped on by his crew mates. Three of the enemy ships were gone now, and only one of the Alik'r ships was destroyed.

"Get up beside that one!" he commanded to the current Helmsman. The current pilot of the vessel steered beside the adjacent vessel.

"Fire!" shouted Cavek; the men on deck and below deck let the cannon balls fly and two of them hit the powder store in the back of the ship, the whole captain's cabin was caught in the explosion and soon enough that ship was sinking too. He heard another loud explosion and looked over just in time to see the other two Alik'r ships burst into raging red flames. Logvarine could see a slim figure gracefully hopping across the wreckage of the ships and then into the water, it began to swim towards the last remaining pair of Thalmor ships.

"What in the hell happened!?" called Nivard as he pulled his ship up beside theirs. Logvarine ran over to the side and grabbed onto a rope which he then used to swing over to the other boat.

"Pull up beside those two ships!" he told Nivard, he released the wheel and handed it to Em-Shei. Nivard jumped down to the lower deck and caught Logvarine's shoulder.

"You have a plan, right?" Logvarine brushed off his shoulder, and pointed at the ship again.

"I need to find out what just detonated those two ships."

Nivard made a face, "It was the ENEMY you daft moron!" Logvarine maintained his cool, "We need to sink them now-!" Logvarine interrupted with a raised hand.

"I saw a man jump off of those ships after they exploded, he was the only survivor and he climbed on to the enemy ship; I'm going." He walked to the front of the boat to wait for contact.

"I'm coming too!" said Nivard who was running alongside him. Logvarine smiled and unsheathed his flaming saber. The ship pulled up beside them; willingly it seemed, like they would try to board them.

"Everyone stay here and fight ON the ship! Me and Nivard are going to get bloody!" he cut a rope on the side of the boat and swung onto the biggest ship in the fleet of only two ships, Nivard followed. They landed with a roll as Logvarine flipped up from his rolling position and kicked a Thalmor in the face; he was knocked out by the forceful kick. Logvarine grabbed another soldier's face and sent electricity arcing through the man's body; he fell to the wood deck with a thump. Nivard decapitated a woman and then threw her body at another Altmer; he was getting rather crude in his methods. Nivard threw his gauntlets off and they disappeared just like they so often did with Logvarine; he did the same with his boots. Long brown fur grew from his arms and from in between the cracks in his armor. His snout elongated beyond ten times its normal length and his ears shifted to face more forward, like a bear's ears. His giant paws had the pads of a bear's paw, and giant claws to tear through flesh. He ran at one of the Thalmor soldiers – bulldozing two other soldiers in the process. Nivard impaled the man with his razor sharp claws and bit into his side; he dropped the man's lifeless body and turned to the next kill. Logvarine ran off in the chaos to find the captain, he searched everywhere except for the cabin. When he made it to the cabin and opened the door, he saw a dunmer man hovering over the kneeling Altmer captain with his teeth sunk into his neck; the elf looked up as he entered and threw the captain to the floor, he wiped his goatee of the blood and then smiled. He hissed as he spoke through his fangs.

"Why do we always find each other…?"