The Seasprite was a beautiful vessel. Her two masts ran straight and true from her maindeck to the sky. She had been built only four years ago in the port of Luskan. The northern city had access to the best wood in all the realms and Kitrick, her master and commander, had spared no expense. He was a businessman at heart. Well, a businessman and a sailor.
“Come about!” He yelled.
Kitrick was half-elven and he sometimes felt that his dual heritage was reflected in his love of the sea and the forest. He didn’t consider the use of trees in the Seasprite to be murder, as his mother’s kin might have. He thought it was a natural progression from life to death. But rather than the great oaks taking sick or falling prey to some ravaging insect, they had been carefully chosen and crafted into the beautiful creature that thrummed beneath his feet. He examined the sails with a practiced eye, noting the way the new material caught the wind. She was moving much faster since he’d spent the extra money for the new sails.
“Sail!” came the cry from the tops. Kitrick shaded his eyes and scanned the horizon. His elven blood stood him in good stead and he found the small dot in the distance.
“Mr. Williams,” Kitrick said. “Let’s set out royals and skysails.”
Williams, his first officer, nodded and relayed the command in his booming voice. Overhead the topmast men raced to obey. The Seasprite surged forward as the additional canvas spread overhead in a bright white bloom, adding to her already impressive speed.
“My glass if you will, Jenks.” His cabin boy leaped forward and placed the cool metal spyglass in his hand.
The image of the ship came into focus. She was a stout looking vessel, with bold lines and a well organized deck. This was no second rate merchant. He moved the glass to the top of the other ship’s mainmast. Flapping in the wind he could clearly see the crest of Waterdeep. Below it, on a smaller pennant, hung an unfamiliar symbol. He described the flag to Jenks who then flipped through a well worn guide book.
“Tis the mark of the Mooring family, Captain.”
Kitrick grinned and handed the glass back.
“All hands to battle stations!” He yelled. “Time to make some money!”
The pirate crew cheered.