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</div>This was the time of weather Daemon reveled in, his hat removed and his head thrown back to enjoy the salt spray that splashed across the deck of his ship from where he stood on the quarterdeck. He wrestled with the helm of his vessel, the<i>Iron Lady, </i>as she bucked in to the rising storms coming out of the Greater Sea of Midnight. His ship hugged the coast of the continent of Alteraria, passing through the narrow and treacherous Strait of Daggers that would open up to the Obsidian Archipelago. On the other side of Alteraria was the island of Night, a place avoided like the plague by ship and man. The Obsidians was a good place for a ship to get lost in with few places of fresh water that a crafty captain like Longknife would have memorized and keep to himself. The fact that he had a pirate hunter on him helped the matter as well.<br/><br/>He glanced behind him towards the stern of his ship but in the rising storm he couldn't make anything out, even when he squinted. He turned back around and yelled over the rising storm,"We'll lose the bitch on the Knives I think, Korvin!" he said to his First Mate who stood slightly behind and to the right of his Captain. The half-orc was not pleased and it showed as he stroked his tusk whiskers thoughtfully. He chose not to say anything at that time anyways. It would have been a losing proposition anyways. When Daemon got an idea in his head it was best just to let him go through with it.<br/><br/>The Knives that Daemon referred to were a few dangerous shoals that lay on the northern tip of the Island of Night. The water at the tip of the Island was shallow at random intervals due to the tides. When they were shallow enough, they revealed thousands of jagged rocks that normally lay below the water. However, during a storm like this, coming down from the Far North to bring the jagged edge of ice with it, the shoals would be revealed. An experienced Captain like Daemon could avoid them deftly. However, he had no intentions of doing that. He would risk his life and that of his entire crew to bring down the pirate hunter on his heels...<i>her</i>..<br/><br/>She had almost caught him near the Jungles of Tyveria, but he had skated away from that trap, coming with a hair of a cunt of getting caught. He hadn't been unduly worried about going toe-to-toe with her and winning. He was Captain Daemon Longknife after all, one of the most feared pirates to ever live. But if the stories about this pirate hunter were true... well... he would keep the engagement as one sided as possible with as many advantages as he could glean from the wind and sea.<br/><br/>He stepped away from the helm and allowed his helmsman to take control."Keep her heading Northeast, Orville!" Heading in to the teeth of the storm was slowing him down, even with full sail run out, but he had to look like suitable prey. He stepped to the stern and removed his eyeglass from his jacket pocket. Bringing it up to his eye, he could just make out his hunter, ever dogging his steps onward. He was mortified to see that the pirate was bigger than his sixty-gun ship, perhaps topping out at eighty or even ninety guns. While he knew that his guns were... unique, it was still something to see such an impressive vessel following his heels with the sole intent of destroying him.<br/><br/>"Lower the mizzenmast!" He roared as rain began to pelt the deck."Cut to half sail! Let's dangle the prize for her shall we!" He said as he snapped the eyeglass closed and returned it to his jacket pocket. Stepping up to the railing of the deck, he looked down the length of the deck as his sailors raced about to lower the mizzen and bring the sail to half mast. It would cut their speed down seventy five percent but he wasn't too worried about the pirate hunter catching up. It would even be seen as a rational move with dusk turning to night and them heading into a storm. However, he wasn't planning on letting the pirate hunter lose sight of the prize in the dark and the seas either. The Knives of Night waited for her after all..<br/><br/>The next three hours passed quickly. On the starboard side of the ship, the Island of Night came closer as the ship cut across the Strait of Daggers at an angle towards the Northeast. The enemy ship that had been dogging their heels came closer and closer so that, by the time they were reaching the Northern tip of the Island of Night, she was only a league behind the<i>Iron Lady</i>. As they came closer to the goal, Daemon took the helm away from Orville and began to guide the ship towards the shoals."Lower the mast completely!" He roared over the rushing waves. As they had progressed further North, the storm had gotten worse. The<i>Iron Lady</i>dipped and dove with each wave, each of them cresting thirty feet or higher. In this kind of weather, Daemon was most alive.<br/><br/>With the main mast lowered completely, the ship was relegated to using only it's foremast to move forward but speed wasn't an option any longer as they entered the shoals. Using blind reckoning and memory, Daemon navigated the ship through the shoals. Looking back, he saw the enemy ship had took the bait and smiled a wolf's grin. It was almost time. As soon as that pirate hunter bitch discovered a shoal, he would deal with her like he had dozens of others of her kind before her."Bring out the guns!"