[Daeut]

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Across the roiling waves of the South Sea, a lone sloop reveals itself on the horizon. Its mighty mast, sporting a skull and crossbones, heralds the arrival of a new adversary, neither undead or born of the north. Their target? A massive galleon, fat with riches from a faraway empire.

TARGET: THE AENITE GALLEON, THE QUEEN'S MERCY
GOAL: COMMANDEER THE AENITE GALLEON AND SEIZE ITS TREASURE and catch a few perms along the way.

"These Whitecunts 'ave overstayed their visit, I reckon. It's high time the barmy bastards paid their due."

TIME: TBD

[Moloch]

The enemy fleet, with dark sails and flags marred in ragged black, rises from behind a curtain of misty ocean breath, blindsiding the Aenite encampment. Haphazardly, the men of Irene contest this blitz on her Majesty's shipment vessel through marine combat. 

"I told you they were pirates."

TIME: 7PM EST, MONDAY 13/2