Senior Member
EXP: 31,310, Level: 7
Level completed: 54%,
EXP required for next Level: 3,690
Of Sport and Profit (SOLO)
Corone was not currently at war with any other nation that meant the Letters of Marque were only written for pirates and the occasional rogue captain. The money was easy most pirates being cowards and black guards but like any other repetitive task if done too many times in a row people get burned out doing it. Cains crew, the crew of the Peregrine being a prime, crack crew were never the less beginning to become burned out of pirate hunting. Not to mention the Corone stockades were becoming over crowded from all the pirates captured by Cain and company.
It was about time for a change of pace even if for a brief time. Stepping out of his great cabin Cain looked over the Peregrine a beautiful ship, lovely lines, bluff bow. Her decks had just been holy stoned white, swabbed and flogged dry. His crew a mix of whalers, smugglers, former pirates and mercenaries had been hand picked and trained for years now.
The crew seemed tired, they knew through absolute repetition that Cain would order that as soon as the ships stores were finished being loaded to weigh anchor and set sail for the trade lanes to hunt pirates. The looked on as Cain called the boatswain to the quarter deck. "Mr. Grimhand, when the stores are loaded, weigh anchor and set all reasonable sail for the Leviathan Archipelago." Cain smiled and winked at the orcish seaman.
The crew began to smile the Leviathan Archipelago was in the opposite direction of the trading lanes where pirates hunt. Even better it was the edge of whaling and fishing waters. Just that much of a change in pace was enough to really boost the crews morale and they were once again eager to sail.