�Dear gods, I never thought the Jivvin would be that big�it truly is a citadel on the water�� Rhade said, in awe, under her breath.

Several wooden planks landed on the adamantine sidings of the Jivvin, and over seventy men, armed with cutlasses, ran forward, leaving the SS Saltreaver to die.  Admiral Slyan was heard in front, �Fight hard men, we�ve come to far to lose!�  The sound of metal against metal sounded shrilly across the deck of the Jivvin, as the opposing crews fought.
Suddenly, a foreboding horn resounded across the Jivvin and Captain Kyr�Tal stood, cutlass lying on his shoulder, on the top deck.  The drow crew moved away from the SS Saltreaver�s crew, and lowered their curved blades.  The pirates were too dumbfounded to give chase.
�Pirate, I am Captain Kyr�Tal� and you are?�
�Admiral Slyan.�
�I see, and I welcome you to the Jivvin, Admiral Slyan,� Kyr�Tal slyly welcomed.  Then, in a commanding voice, he yelled, �Ussta nesstren doer ulu ussa!�  Momentarily, the doors from below deck swung open, three doors in all, and out came over a hundred drow; each armed with a crossbow and dark leather armor.  �Slyan, I recommend you surrender.�
Admiral Slyan, looked around helplessly, and surrendered. 

�Rhade! RHADE!� the gnome, Ptith, yelled with all his might.  Rhade was on the deck, ordering the crew to loot various parts of the SS Pierce II. 
�What is it, Ptith?� Rhade asked, turning towards him and looking down.
�Three, no four war galleys due south, racing north.  They look drow.�
Rhade cursed, and ordered, �We retreat then, the rest is left up to Slyan.�  Rhade ordered, �Reinforcements are on their way for the Jivvin!   Load up, light it, and we depart!� 
Not five minutes later, Rhade was cursing more as she saw a small armada of ships heading north towards the ocean battlefield.  Rhade too, was moving north, away from the burning war galley, back towards the Val�Syra dock.
Looking toward the Jivvin, which seemed slightly too crowded, the pirate captain saluted, �My dear Slyan, I do pray you make it out alive.�

Slyan sat, beneath the Jivvin�s dock, shackled against the wall with the rest of his crew.  We�ve lost, he thought, we�ve lost the biggest battle on the sea.
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