A brisk wind swept over the tranquil waters near the port of Riverton, filling the sails of the ships anchored in the bay. The anticipation was palpable, as the reunion of the four legendary captains and their crews had brought the entire town to life. From the bustling docks to the lively inns, the talk of the evening revolved around this historic gathering. The air was thick with excitement, and the festive mood carried onshore as musicians played vibrant tunes and the townsfolk prepared to greet the renowned seafarers.
Captain Graham's Man O' War was the first to appear, its towering masts cutting through the mist like a great beast of the sea. Graham, standing confidently at the helm, guided the ship towards the dock. "Steady as she goes, Alex," he ordered, his gaze set on the approaching shore. Alex, the ship's Sail master, moved deftly, adjusting the sails without a word, his concentration as sharp as ever.
Below deck, Elliot, the ship's Cannon Master, was ensuring everything was ready for their arrival. "Jacob, Luke, Jordan—those cannons need to be secured tight. Last thing we need is a mess when we dock."
"Got it," Jordan called back, his hands already moving with practiced efficiency. Captain Rex, Graham's ever-loyal dog, stood near the captain, alert and ready, sensing the excitement building in the crew.
"Look alive, men!" Graham shouted, a rare glint of excitement in his usually composed voice.
"We're not here for just any reunion."
As they neared the dock, the crew caught sight of the crowds waiting for them. The people of
Riverton had gathered in numbers, eager to see the four great captains united again. Riley, ever the eager boarder, was already preparing to leap onto the dock with a rope in hand, while Kaynia kept her sharp eyes trained on the horizon from the crow's nest. Inside the galley, Ayden, the Master Chef, was putting the final touches on a meal he had prepared for the occasion. The savory scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meat drifted through the air, making even the hardened sailors' stomachs rumble.
"We're going to eat like kings tonight," Ayden murmured to himself, stirring a pot of stew as he imagined the night ahead.
On deck, Brooklyyn and Kyler, the ship's doctors, exchanged a glance. "It's going to be a long night," Brooklyyn said with a smile, sensing the energy in the air. "We'd better be ready for anything."
Not far behind, Captain Hedrick's Storm breaker, was steadily making its way into port. Hedrick stood tall at the helm, his eyes on the horizon, assessing the scene ahead. "Bella," he said quietly to his Repairer, "make sure everything's in order when we dock. We need to remind them why they call us legends."
"We'll make quite an impression," Bella replied, confident in the ship's condition. Behind her, Jaden was already checking the cannons, his hands moving expertly as Victor, John, and Willy assisted. Skyler, the Galleon's Master Chef, was busy preparing his own feast, working in tandem with Kaya, who sorted the provisions for their stay.
"Think we'll see any old faces?" Cherish, the Bounty Hunter, asked as she stood by the railing, her eyes scanning the bustling dock ahead.
"Friends, foes, and everything in between," Todd, the Map Maker, quipped, his grin mischievous. "This reunion's going to be something."
Behind Hedrick's Galleon, Captain Whitaker's Galleon cut through the water like a predator stalking its prey. Whitaker, younger but no less formidable, held the wheel with a steady hand.
"Truett," he called to his Cannon Master, "let's make this an entrance worth remembering."
Truett gave a quick nod, his eyes already scanning the deck. "We're ready, Captain.""Third in line," Logan, the Crow's Nest Watcher, called down, his spyglass catching the distant sight of the Man O' War already docked.
