The sky remained overcast with hazy and indistinct clouds. Secca stood aft on the windward side of the Silberwelle, trying to count the number of Ranuan ships without being too obvious, to see how many were actually close. Denyst crossed the deck and stood beside her. “You called a storm. Few like that I’ve ever seen.” “That was the hope.” “We haven’t seen any Sea-Pigs.” “The glass shows no Sturinnese ships, except for four in the harbor at Stura, and a few trading vessels scattered throughout the Ostisles and the isles of Sturinn.” Secca looked at the wiry and weathered captain. “And our other vessels?” “Why don’t you come down and look?” Secca said quietly. “I’ll show you.” “Fear what I will see in your glass. The Schaumenflucht lost some spars, and so did the Liedmeer. The Ozeanstern cracked a hatch cover, and took on water, but they got it repaired and pumped out. None of the other captains have seen the Wellereiterin. Is that what your glass will tell us?”
