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Clark moved towards Gerard, prodding him to tell what he saw. Before he could answer, he could also see a shadow coming up. With a stern look to the rest of the men, they kept quiet. Some of the smaller, newer folk they picked up along the way prepared gangplanks for them to traverse to the other ship, if necessary. Clark's eyes narrowed. With a quick hand flick, he gestured to the man at the wheel to raise their flag.

The few seconds that passed by as the other ship came more into view was almost excruciating. Everyone was holding their breath, either scared or ready for what the fog would bring. Clark could feel the energy and tension in the air. It had been weeks since the last haul, and he had a good feeling about the loot they're about to get. He lived by the rule, never to pillage unless they looked like they deserved it, and his lips curved into a smile when he realized what kind of ship came into view. The king of all the treasure ships they could come across, and it was prefaced by a nasty fog.

Once it was clear what kind of ship it was, Clark raised his cutlass and let out a yell. The rest of the men started yelling, and cannons fired. The man at the wheel maneuvered the ship well enough that they were right side by side, and some of his men took the opportunity to just simply jump over and bring destruction. The younger ones threw over hooks in order to bring in the ship closer, cannons only used to aim towards the hordes of royal guards that huddled together like penguins.

And with that, Clark yelled out a warning, "Leave the shiniest-looking one alive."

Ariel shook her head. "Doesn't the fog bother you, milady?" She couldn't blame her, though. Rose was kept inside for far too long and she felt her excitement when she told Ariel about the trip. Before the guards closed the door to the deck behind her, she thought she could feel the air tingle with tension. Maybe the fog was finally letting up and everyone was anxious to get out of it. Before she could think too much of it, she sat down on the bench where she slept at night and took a breather. "Does the air feel kind of... stiff to you?" She asked, wondering why they weren't given windows to open to. Would that make sense on a ship? She didn't know.

Ariel heard muffled yelling. The back of her neck started to tingle. She shot up. "Milady, that doesn't sound good." Right after she voiced her concerns, she heard a loud boom, and the ship shook a bit. Ariel wobbled on her feet, sitting back down on her bed for balance. 'Are we...under attack,' she thought, the worry clear on her face. She tried to look for a place for them to hide; she considered being captured by pirates as a worse fate than death, especially if one was a woman.