All hands on deck
The journey continued and they were making good time. What they had left was a day and a half and each one of them hoped that they were going to make it; not only because what they were out there to do was very important but because they were eager for their portion of the treasure, they would have earned it so why not. The helmsman was back at the helm and the three pirate captains were by the forecastle deck looking out into the horizon; taking a little breather from what they had just been through in the mist for it had taken a good bit out of them.

“Please, please let us never do that again,” Capt. Mohlenar said.

“Agreed,” Capt. Grovergane seconded.

“Agreed,” Mia said and they quietly chuckled to each other. “It was a lot but at least we made it out . . . Well, most of us.”

“No one said it was going to be easy.”

“I know it’s just . . . That was really a lot back there.”

“It was,” Capt. Mohlenar said. “They don’t call it the mist of death for nothing.”

“Well it was without a
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