The Lorebreakers boarded the Glaucus ship with the slow, deliberate pace of people who had seen too much too recently.
Around them, soldiers clad in navy blue and burnished steel watched in curious silence, eyes flicking between the battered pirate ship they had left behind and the newcomers crossing the boarding planks. The pirate vessel, stained with salt, blood, and scars from the battle near Neramor's Shell, drifted ghost-like against the larger military float. It was not the kind of ship the Glaucus soldiers had expected to see.
Murmurs stirred low among the ranks, quickly silenced by their officers' glances.
