The water moved independently of the ship, giving the illusion the craft moved more swiftly than its true speed. The vessel was four days and four nights out of New Sarshel’s port. The sky was cloudless, and stars in the millions studded the heavens, a plethora of riches hinting at distances and ages vast beyond comprehension. An elaborate figurehead hung on the pirate ship’s stem, below the bowsprit. The figurehead was a half painted, half sculpted woman with shimmering green scales in place of clothing. She leered into the night, her eyes unnaturally brilliant. The figurehead gave the ship her name, the Green Siren. The Green Siren did not fly its true privateer colors; it still ran under the flag of Marhana Shipping. A tall man cloaked in what seemed darkness stood at the ship’s prow, above and slightly behind the figurehead. The edges of his cloak flapped in the wind, echoing the movements of the much larger sail luffing and snapping above. The man withdrew a small, dull tin from his cloak.
