"No captain," Theristina said with an annoyed look on her face, "It's just that...."<br/><br/><br/>Suddenly the cry of a hawk rang through the late morning air.  The two women looked up and saw a large eagle, it's wingspan easily eight feet across, flying in a figure eight above the ship.  The speaking tube near the railing where they stood came to life and the first mate's voice came forth.  "That's Marek's signal captain."  The first mate was up on the bridge, hands on the wheel of the ship ready for the captain's orders.  "At your command ma'am!"<br/><br/>A look of pure relief flooded Theristina's face, glad to finally be moving out of the Greenhaunt.  "Captain," she said as she grabbed the pommel of her weapons, "by your leave, I'll go get ready for the attack then?"