For the next six hours, the Esmeralda sails blindly in the rain, hoping to outrun her unseen pursuer. By now it became clear that whoever was following them gave up to chase. Of course that also meant the group was sailing off course all this time, and would need to readjust and navigate once the chance presents itself.<br/><br/>The crew started to relax, no longer expecting a warship on their tail, when the lookout called out "Ship dead ahead! The hell did that thing come from!?" Indeed, by straining their eyes, the group could make out a ship straight ahead the Esmeralda, perhaps less than a mile away. What's more it seemed adrift and abandoned, with tattered sails.