Your crew moves out on your command. Your crewmen finish the job the sea goblins started, scuttling the ship to ensure the sea truly does claim it if the flames don't do it. By the time the boat would be swallowed by the brine, your vessel would have already been across the horizon. The crew returns to their daily grind, fixing any damage done to the ship as well as attending to their wounds or repairing their gear. Tayang busies himself preparing the loot for use, while you speak with your helmsman and deck wizard. "Aye captain. We'll be heading to Red Shard in about two days time. If the winds are kind, perhaps around thirty-odd hours instead." Nyx looked at the deck as some of your men bring out the elven prisoners, explaining their status thus far. "The prisoners are compliant enough. They think they're clever by speaking elvish, but I know enough of the language to know they speak unkindly about us. Truly, you'd think they'd be more grateful as our prisoners instead of those sea goblins. Sea elves in particular; they don't even get the mercy of death."

Soon the elves would be on the deck for you to question and observe. Hector and Oliver stood nearby, swords drawn, ready to cut them down if they tried to make any suspicious movements. Their arms were tied in bags behind their backs while their legs were bound to a thick piece of wood. Two tricks which were the handiwork of Hurrik, the ship's scout. Apparently knew his way around rope in his previous life. Speaking of, the scout remained on his perch above, his longbow ready to shoot down anything worth shooting. Usually a sea bird that would hit the deck so the crew could eat it later. "Captain! Prisoners are lined up for ya!"