Tayang nodded. "You heard the captain! Ready oil! Hurrik, have an arrow ready! Let's go you scurvy bastards!" The dwarf shouted as the men grabbed slings and flasks of oil. They were no alchemists fires, but they knew this tactic well enough. Flames will create further chaos and damage the morale of the enemies onboard, be it elf or koalinth, and with Hurrik's arrow the entire place would be set ablaze soon enough. "We're aiming for destruction men! We'll plunder it's riches when they've all be feeding the sharks! Steady!" Soon the ship would be within range. Thanks to fairly steady waters and careful manipulation by the helmsman, your ship was nearly side-by-side with the elven merchant vessel, with about twenty feet of clearance between them. "FIRE!" Your firstmate shouted as he and the other priates slung their oil flasks onto the enemy deck. Above Hurrik had two arrows of smoldering ash and embers, firing both once the flasks had struck the deck of the ship. The flames quickly spread towards ropes and other rigging that weren't entirely fire proof, though it seemed like the deck itself was carefully treated to minimize the spreading of flames. Still it achieved it's desire affect of creating a sense of chaos among the Koalinth as the sea goblins quickly picked up the many bound elven prisoners, using them as shields against your crew as they took cover from your next volley. "Grab your crossbows men! Leave non alive!"