"Furl everything but coarses, and pass word through out the ship that we are to beat to quarters. Quietly, no drums, no calls, no whistles" ordered Cain to his crew. Only the lowest sails were spread and the Monique passed through the fog with a man on either side of the ship taking sounding as quick as they could. A messenger ran back and forth letting the helmsman and con know the depths of the water beneath the ships.

The water was dark almost inky having an oily grey color to it, the fog made the creeks, idle talk, and footsteps of the ship muffled. Cain kept an eye, or ear as it were out for the other two ships in the makeshift squadron. The Fox was about two hundred yards behind the Monique, and the Peregrine about four hundred yards behind the fox. The messenger a squeaker not more than twelve years old announced softly "Four feet below drought."

Cain nodded and ordered "Pass word to drop anchor, we'll stay at single anchor and proceed in jolly boats." The anchor splashed into the water and the Monique slowed to a halt. Followed by the Fox and Peregrine Cain complemented to the Faun "your crew is well trained" in a whisper.

Above the ships sat the cliff a stark bone white, with large water cuts which were reminiscent of dragons teeth twisted in a hideous grin. Looking further along the cliffs was near impossible because of an ever thickening fog bank. "Ma'am the Peregrine has a shallow drought... I used her a lot during the Civil War. She can creep farther up into this fog and find a beach to land a party there."

The castle was something out of another era, old with stones that have been sculpted by the weather it self in contrast to the white stone of the cliff it loomed black and crimson.. Towers pierced the sky above the fog like spears, covered in old clay shingles. Flags and pennants flew over the towers from long ago and were tattered. Inside the castle walls was a large keep of grey cobblestones looking more modern but just as foreboding with large circular parapets on the corners. The entire image was reminiscent of a torture device, for a large and unkeepable beast.

"This is your party Ma'am. How do you want to proceed?" Cain asked looking at the situation.