Prince Vanieron
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STRAITS OF CORTOS, 20 LEAGUES FROM ARVALION
ON THE BACK OF THE WEST WIND
"Heavy away, my lads, round the Spear and back again!" Vanieron's deep voice boomed through the air from where he stood at the tiller, feet spread away, in a deep sing-song voice. From below on the oar-deck and the rigging above, a chorus of voices echoed back.
"We're bound for Al-lir-ia!" The great sheets of canvas above him rippled and tightened as the two lateen-rigged sails caught the breeze and the ship heeled over towards shore. Around him, the four other ships in the crusing squadron followed suit, their sharp silver-gilt prows and bronze ramming spurs gleaming in the clear sunlight.
"If we a see ag grumpy lord!" Vanieron called again, setting the tiller straight as he gauged the wind and current's effects on the vessel compared to the gap in the forest where the river opened.
"We'll kick him in the Vel Anir!" The answer came back again.
"Tighten that sail, reef the bowyard!" Vanieron paused to call out. There was a flurry of activity as the smaller sails connected to the bowsprit were taken in to leave it clear, lessening the sideways pressure he felt rumbled through the tiller. The ship steadied on its course before he started the next line.
"And if we see a stuffy wizard!" His voice softened as another of the ships ran up a pair of flags and moved lanterns in a specific pattern.
"We'll tell him to Elbi-gone!" The verse was almost finished, and Vanieron sang out the last line.
"And if we see a Cerak slave-ship!"
This time the chorus was stronger and bolder. "We'll stick their heads upon their mast!"
"Heavy away, my lads! Round the Spear and back again," The final line and then the chorus. "We're bound for All-ir-ia." There was silence in the air for a few moments save for the flapping of the sails and the steady grinding of the oars in their oarlocks.
The shore was coming up and now and Vanieron could make out the trees that lined the river's entrance. More concerningly, a great column of smoke billowed back from where the trading village should have roughly been.
"Sails ho!" The lookout called from her perch atop the biggest mast, next to the polished glass lens that magnified the horizon, and with the addition of a second lens, could intensify sunlight as a weapon. "Fifteen points off the starboard bow, hard-heeling under full sail to the so-south-east, two hundred cables! All the markings of a Cerak slave ship!"
Vanieron considered for a long moment then nodded to the Ship-Maester. "Signal the Aelion and the Bellarin to proceed to the village and assist the village. The rest stay with me." He raised his voice. "Brace yourselves! Oar-Chief, hard to starboard!" And then came that command that echoed in every mariner's boots and got the blood surging. Vanieron looked over his should to where his first mate kept an eye on the deck crew. "Tiran, horn to quarters."
The two ships peeled off under full sail and full-speed beating on the oar-drums as the mariners raced the last few miles to shore and then into the river-delta to try and catch the fire before it spread too far and reached the forests. Around Vanieron, Tiran hefted the spike-whale horn and sounded three, urgent blasts that echoed and rang across the water. The pounding of feet echoed through the ship as the other two took up the call and it sang far and wide across the sea. The pounding of the rower's drum halted as the rowers took up arms and armor, while above them, ports in the hull slid open and flickering torchlight revealed fifteen ballistae to each side and their crews, while contingent of armored marines hurried up from below decks and took positions along the deck with shield and short pike, while others with crossbows scurried to the fighting platform and the great lens at the top swiveled to point out the location of the fleeing vessel.
The ship's leaped ahead in speed and drove through the water, tacking across the breeze that had fortunately increased. Great waves broke across the bow and splashed along the deck as jars of sand were opened and their contents spread along the deck. The dot on the sea ahead of them grew rapidly. It was sleek and knife-like in its design, and was overloaded with canvas.
But the three ships were the Azar-- the ships designed for speed and precision and maneuverability while still having the teeth to take on most ships they would find. And with the sails billowing full and the oars moving at speed driven by the Arvalion's loathing for piracy and slavery, they closed the gap, until the smaller vessel darted towards shore, where they could just make out a fishing village surrounded by fishing boats, who took to their oars as the ship raced towards them. Flaming rocks hurtled from the deck of the fleeing ship and crashed among the docks as Vanieron watched its razor's keel slice through a fishing dory.
The wind that gave them such speed to the eastward slowed them as they turned back northward. And it pushed the flames from the catapult into the village proper, where it started to catch in the village roofs.
Vanieron's fingers tightened on the tiller until his replacement took it to allow him to buckle on his sword and mail and shield. His gaze hardened as he watched the slave ship shatter another dory in its race to the river, leaving the fishers to flounder in the surging tide. He had a choice to make. "End the pursuit." Vanieron finally said. "Have the others as well. Send the Falas back to guide the others. We'll pick up survivors and help fight the fire here."
The beat of the oars slackened and ropes thrown over the side as the warships slowed amongst the fishing fleet and battered and bruised fishermen were hauled back aboard, along with what remained of their vessels when possible.
Meanwhile, the slave ship darted up the river and disappeared into the trees. "We will find them." Vanieron said, letting his voice echo out. "They can't sail all the way back to an ocean by going upriver."
The question was how they were going to catch such a ship on foot or in small-boats, or perhaps there were other travelers and parties with horses who could aid them.