Kahl nodded, he made his way down the road. He followed the mental map he made in his head. He weaved in and out of back roads. Taking turns every few minutes till he got to docks.

"That's the one." He said pointing to the ship. The crew was loading boxes. The ship was rather large, the hull lined with cannons and reinforced with steal. The flag was a red moon on a black field. The average crew member was outfitted with a cutlass and bits of armor. The race's varied. A fifth of the crew were slaves and there were about 25 people on board at the time. The others counting barrels and crates.

"That's your gold mine right there. But I said. The captain's mine!"