She closed her eyes, allowing herself to indulge in its comfort and wash away the memories that dared whisper against her consciousness. The past was the past. All that mattered right now was the present and the future. And what a glorious future she imagined it would be. With a smirk, she opened her eyes and barked, "Coll: speed?!" "Steady at seven and a half knots, Captain," the man's voice sounded from port side, rising above the crash of the waves. Jane took another look through her spyglass at the large galleon cruising beyond the bow of the Tantibus, hovering just below the horizon. She frowned. They hadn't bridged the gap much since they started trailing the ship and the news was worrying. Considering the speed the Tantibus was traveling, she should have made excellent ground. "Worth," she called out, into the organized chaos of sweaty bodies below on the main deck. A well-built man, skin tanned by the sun, with a mop of dirty, brown hair, broke apart from the others, taking just three leaps up the stairs before settling in his place at her side.
