As the last of the enemy’s sails disappear over the horizon, it is time to take stock of the damage. Somewhere a small fire burns, the smell of smoke mixing with the tang of ocean salt in your nose. All the fleet’s crew is accounted for, and its craft still seaworthy, but the scoundrels have stolen every last bit of precious cargo you were carrying. The empire's pockets have been emptied, and your pride wounded. What should be done?
Every vessel we have will be ready to hunt these thieves across the seven seas.
Let’s make it interesting—whomever brings home the head of this thieving crew's leader will be made captain.
Outmatched by ragtag outlaws with patched-up sails? The empire needs better ships.
We must not let pride make fools of us. There is much to gain from keeping sea routes peaceful.