Captain Jesse McGillroy leads his vast fleet of corsairs, the McGillroy Corsairs, now upgraded and consisting of solar war frigates made of Umbralith steel, bristling with gun turrets, torpedoes for beasts in the sea, and anti-air missile launchers, and magically enhanced with thunder magic runes, wind magic runes, fire magic runes, and metal magic runes to chase and hunt down the Golden Corsairs, led by the Isaac Edwards, who used to be his first mate, before the two had a severe falling out, and as a result Isaac Edwards established the Golden Corsairs in direct defiance of Captain Jesse McGillroy. You fancy yourself disciplined, but you are way too rigid, and that will be your end, Isaac. I don't tolerate insubordination, and I don't tolerate corsairs who fight for tyrants, less of all that bastard Prince Alaric. I am flamboyant, wild, and elegant at the same time, aye, but my ability to flout rules always works to my advantage, Isaac. Jesse McGillroy thinks as he corners the van

“ I know why you sent us to be the vanguard of your troops when you decided to relieve the Riverlands from the slaver lords, from the horselords, from Prince Alaric, Your Highness. “Chieftain Augustus of the Berserker Tribes says before Second Prince Theron, looking at Second Prince Theron squarely in the eye with piercing eyes, a gravelly tone, and a cunning that belies his fierce, massive and muscled form. To the credit of Prince Theron Valeheart Thaloria, he doesn't flinch and look away, like a predator squaring up to another predator. “ So you do know the reason, then, my lord. Feel free to spit it out in the open all you wish. Have no fear, for I won't strike you down myself. “Second Prince Theron coolly and courteously says to the Chieftain inside the modest but modern hut of Chieftain Augustus in the Caelora Mountains, briefly glancing at Chieftain Augustus’s broad muscled frame that shows battle scars that are already healed. “ You wanted the slaver lords, the horselords,

“ What are we to do with Third Prince Cain, my lords and ladies? Do we let him be, and let him run roughshod as he strip-mines entire planets dry of their precious metal ores? He already dares to disrespect us, and mock us to our face, just because he can. The Intergalactic Tribunal is already is, bought and paid for with bribes, flattery, and an intentional fracture so the Intergalactic Tribunal Judges are too paralyzed to act, since all the Judges of the Intergalactic Tribunal belong to rival Houses, watching each other keen as hawks while singing praises to that arrogant princeling. “Councillor Laurence Hammond, of House Hammond, that controls planet Hammond, slams his folder detailing damning accounts of every single misdeed Third Prince Cain committed ever since he effectively placed the Intergalactic Tribunal under his pockets on the long table of the Intergalactic Council with such a force and fury that the other Intergalactic Councillors take notice, and nearly have a heart

The electric lights on the stage of Frostmark City’s ultra modern, state of the art Royal Merchant Guild Theater flicker on, showing actors and actresses downright parodic and blasphemous portrayal of an imaginary Pope of The Holy Church delivering a mock homily to actors and actresses dressed as wrinkled, ugly, old churchgoers, wearing the a direct, brazen insult against the Argent Watch. As if that insult is not enough, House Storm is portrayed by actors and actresses dressed in clothes with the sigil of House Storm, but with exaggerated actions that portray Lord Gideon Storm as a brave but witless oaf. House Blackmoor is portrayed as wild, ravenous power hungry lions that will savage any mage they come across their paths. As for the slaver lords, they don't escape the mockery either, as the slaver lords are portrayed as helpless bumbling idiots who can't even button their own shirts in mass. The horselords bear the brunt of the mockery worst of all, when animatronic horses neigh a

Later that afternoon, the Captain of the TSS Relaxer, Captain Niya Montoya, 35 years old, who spent half her years in the sea, with a sort of wild, windscoured beauty embracing her sharp but elegant features, announces that the ship will stay overnight in the Dragonrider Bay, so the crew can focus on filling the ships hulls full of seafood before returning to port, earning loud groans of protest from Third Prince Cain, who sourly mutters that he is scheduled to visit Hamilton Province to talk with Lady Philippa Hamilton on some trade issue or another three days later, while Second Prince Theron seems totally unbothered at all, while Lady Sophia Dragonfyre sharply remarks again that it's a wonder the ship’s refrigerated holds are only half full when fishermen have been effortlessly hauling one giant seafood after another for half the day, without even breaking a sweat. Unbeknownst to both Lady Sophia Dragonfyre and Third Prince Cain, Captain Niya, who happens to enter the relaxation d