Fog surrounds towers of rock jutting out from the ocean. As three armed ships navigate through them. Shields are set on the sides of them all, with catapults on each of them. Captains yell orders as the men run to complete them.
The fog begins to thin as the shore is in sight. The armored men aboard tense in anticipation. Silence fills the air. Suddenly, the sound of wood pushing against rocks sounds out.
An armored figure jumps off the lead boat and makes his way up the shore; a hood blocks the bottom features of their face. The men follow behind the hooded figure. A fist is raised, and the men stop on a hill. A gaping hole is on the side of the mountain on the dreary island. Signs of battle are seen around, as burnt and shattered pieces of wood are scattered everywhere. Husks of once proud ships lie on land and in the water.
"Chief, mind my question, but are you sure this is the right place?" Asks a man beside the hooded figure. A chuckle escapes the figure. "Oh this is the place all right, someone just beat me to the catch." The man hesitates a moment before asking, "Should we pack up and head home then Chief. "
The figure says no reply for a moment, raising their hand to their chin, appearing deep in thought. The man starts to sweat in nervousness, and the silence continues. " Tell the other two captains to head home. I believe I found something of greater interest than what we came here for originally." They say this before sharply whistling a tune and walking to the lead ship. " Yes, Chief, " the man replies before running to complete his task.
I thought this would add more mystery for the beginning than to include this in actual chapters, so I made it the prologue. Actual chapters will be longer. Please leave helpful criticism as I am new to writing stories.