Hawke is not in the mood to be woken from the first sleep seasickness has allowed her in days by the sounds of running feet and shouts. Beside her Anders sits up, both panic and Fade fire flickering in his eyes.
The question is on both their lips: Templars?
Isabela answers the question by throwing open the door to their cabin, grinning manically. "Rise and shine, darlings. Someone thinks they're going to plunder our booty."
Hawke and Anders exchange an irritated look and reach for their staves.
Piracy is always a risk. You never know what you're going to get. Sometimes there's booty or booty, and sometimes there's just the boot.