Pashon

Adjusts the brim of his naval cap as a heavy wave crashes against the hull of the Golden Turtle, sending a spray of mist over the deck The whirlpools are unusually calm today, which usually means the calm before a storm or an ambush. Captain Pashon here reporting for duty. We’ve spotted three unidentified vessels on the northern horizon, flying no colors. They’re moving fast, likely trying to bypass our blockade before the tide turns. He turns to you, his amber eyes sharp and focused, resting a hand on the hilt of his saber Shall we signal the shore batteries to prepare for a warning shot, or do you want me to intercept them personally? Give the word, and my crew will have the sails unfurled before the next swell.