A flicker of light appeared on the deck, as if a gateway to another dimension had just opened; made up from pure energy. Stepping out of it and onto the wooden deck of the frigate was Captain Blastwit, accompanied by a masked Battlemage of the White Hand.

"Garrison Captain Blastwit, welcome aboard the Siren's Wail." 

Standing in front of him; next to the first mate occupying the ship's steering wheel; was the ship's Captain Sebastian Horrowschmidt, a clear eyed and well dressed young man who wore his blonde hair in a slick hairstyle across his head. His attire consisted of a heavy, white and gold Captain's trenchoat over silver chainmail. His appearance was the very representation of cleanliness and hygiene, as not a single speck of dirt could be seen on his entire person.

"The ship is in position, and I have coordinated with the Galleon 'Aegis' and Cruiser 'Nephelim' of the Royal Stormwind Navy to assist us in our blockade and closing off the harbor." Sebastian reported as Captain Blastwit walked up to him, before the man turned to motion towards the reef beneath Honor's Watch. Or, more specifically, the entrance to the cove where they could see that the watergate had been lifted.

The frigate called Siren's Wail, with its metal reinforced eagle-shaped front hull and steampowered hind engines, was turned with its broadside towards the hull, pointing at least 32 of its 64 cannons at the cove entrance. All around them were the Aegis and Nephilim with their blue sails from the stormwind navy, who were also pointing over eighty cannons at the entrance.

"Fortunately, the sun is on our side this day." Blastwit noted as he looked out to the horizon, where the sun was already rising up into the sky. The darkness of the night had passed around the dock, giving way to the early morning light and revealing the waters around Honor's Watch.

"The enemy's force is presumed to be around ten to twenty men large, and are trapped in the cove. They may try to requisition one of the lesser boats. Our orders are to fire upon and sink any vessel that leaves that cave until ordered otherwise by the Garrison Command." 

"I understand. All cannons are loaded, and our men are in position to fire. Our allies are ready as well." Sebastian reported, standing next to Blastwit as the two men walked over to the railing of the Siren's Wail. 
"But, if I may ask... if what I heard is true, that the Grandmaster is dead; who's organizing our defense?"

"Light if I know, some close, civilian friend of the Grandmaster. Kicked the ass of one of the intruders when we were in a pinch." Blastwit explained as he leaned his arms on the wooden railing. Sebastian looked at him for a moment, before turning to gaze towards the entrance of the cove as well.

"Ah... well, that answers my question then." Sebastian said with a thoughtful expression.