Emmaline staggered up the companionway, her hair frizzled and her skin blotched with soot from the unplanned discharge of the steam engine. She covered her ears against the booming cannons, even though they seemed muted compared to the screaming of the scalded sea dragon. Screams echoed from the upper decks as the Dark Elves began to gain the deck, curved swords in hand. She reached the deck in time to see a six foot bolt pluck a crew member from the deck and pitch him into the churning sea arms flailing.

"Amal!" she shouted, scanning the chaos and ruin of the deck for her lover. Elves, armored in strange scaled mail, were swarming aboard. Heavy nets were draped over the arms of some which they began to cast over struggling crew members.

"No, no, no!" Emmaline cried, casting her eyes around desperately, finally she found Amal crossing blades with one of the corsairs. Snatching a belaying pin she hopped up behind the elf and swung the wooden club in a full arc that ended in the creatures helmet with an unhealthy crunch, sending the creature tumbling to the deck bonelessly.

"We have to find the carpet and get out of here!" she cried.