Talogan emerged from below deck just as the crew were making the final preparations to set out on the ocean once more. He looked to the fleet still on the horizon, now close enough to be identified as a Doros merchant fleet. The specific composition of the fleet in question made him feel even more uneasy. A lone freighter escorted by seven frigates. At best, someone of great importance had come to visit Red Shard. At worst, the seven frigates had come to put an end to Red Shard's more lawless aspects, with the freighter there to carry supplies for the frigates. Whatever reason such a martially focused fleet had for coming to Red Shard, Talogan wasn't sticking around to find out. The captain ascended to the bridge, where Kulee was already at the helm. "Time to get underway!" Talogan declared to his crew. "Our destination is a fishing hamlet to the north! Mr. Fishbones! Put us to sea and then hard to starboard! Ms. Orocho! Throw a gust into the sails once we're pointed in the right direction! The rest of you to your usual places! Get to it!"