The cold salty wind of the seven seas blew whipped across my bare face. Coupled with the cool spray off the restless seas, it was enough to counter the motion of the ship that threatened to lull me into sleep. This would have been peaceful, were it not for the lights of the stronghold just in front of us. Instead, a fiery want for action thrummed in my veins, alongside the deadly adrenalin. At the Captain's signal, we would launch our first volley of cannon-fire. Beside me stood my fellow pirates, each of them holding their favored weapon. Just above the howling wind, I could make out a low whistle from the crow's nest. Immediately after that, the ship jolted as the cannons loosed their first round, deadly black balls heading for the protective walls of the citadel.
Lilith Fairchild jerked from her cot in a cold sweat, eyes wide and clouded by the lingering remnants of a nightmare. Already bits and pieces of it were fast fading from her consciousness, slipping away into a elusive area of her mind that hid away her dreams and nightmares. The fisherman's daughter unraveled her legs and arms from the thin scratchy blanket before padding over to the rickety window, where the cold sea wind had blown open the holey shutters. She moved to shut them with coarse, work-worn hands when something out in the sea caught her eyes. A single flame danced above the water, supported by the fog hidden structure of a vessel. It was small, and could have been mistaken for a star had it not danced so wildly, a victim of the wind's calling. Just as she leaned forward to get a better look, it went out. Just like that. Must be my imagination. Lilith thought uneasily, before shutting the shutters firmly.
Aaron Hasting, a sentinel of this Fief, was on one of his dreaded nightly patrols when someone rang the alarm. The bell pealed desperately, the watchman pulling at it's coarse ropes in what could be described as panicked fervor. The twenty something man grabbed his sword, pulling it out of the sheath with practiced ease. "1st Company, to the front lines!" The voice of his commander rang out from somewhere in the well lit night. It was a pirate raid, one they had drilled endlessly for since he had joined their ranks. Yet, till today, he hadn't ever experienced the real thing. Something hard hit his armoured shoulder, and Aaron turned to see his friend and fellow soldier running towards the seawalls. Right, I'm in the first company. He shook his head before breaking into a sprint, falling into his place at the wall. Out there in the horizon, there were three rapid flashes of fire, and the next thing he knew, something thudded into the wall a few meters down. The impact rocked his ranks and Aaron stumbled, regaining his footing last minute. The smell of acrid smoke wafted over and stung his eyes. Fear burned in his veins. What have I signed up for?