"Fire!"

A volley of cannon balls left the man-of-war Dragon's Wrath and slammed into the other ship's port side. Sending wood splinters into crew members nearby. The aft mast collapsed over several men, as cannon fire bashed into the aft section of the out gunned vessel. Her rudder broke almost clean from her, the vessel could do little but await it's ending as the attacking Dragon's Wrath moved behind her in a slow turn. Firing off her starboard cannons as flames started to lick along the doomed vessel's deck from gun powder ignited.

"We claim no souvenirs from this day, let her burn and sink into the darkness below." Captain Zayveon gave a slow nod of his head toward the tattooed woman. "Miss Harper, set our course back to the coast."

A flag drifted among the debris in the water. Elven symbols laid upon it.