It was a brilliant, still night on the ocean. The full moon's light shone like a beacon, and the stars reflected with such accuracy on the water, it was like a mirror. What used to be six ships were now down to four. They sliced through the calmness so silently, one couldn't tell it was even there until it was almost on top of you.
These were actually known as peaceful waters, so the only person on watch was the one in the crows' nest. And the only other people that were awake, were the captain, and the chief mate. They'd locked themselves quietly away in the captain's quarters, in the near darkness, with a lone candle burning between them on the desk.
Important matters needed to be discussed.
"They got a stone, sire."
"I can see that, Pavel," a voice growled back at the first speaker.
There was silence on the ship, for a minute. The captain stared at the topography maps spread out on the desk, while the other anxiously shot occasional glances at his face. Without even having to ask, each man knew that this changed everything.
Then the one named Pavel couldn't seem to stand the quiet any longer. "So what are we going to do now, Erik?" He was answered with an axe thrown at the cabin's wall with such ferociousness, the blade was buried up to the helm.
Silence resumed.
Another couple of minutes passed before Erik looked up from his war maps, the candle and dusk light growing dimmer with every second. "We go after them."
