Raiders of the Lost Arks - Part Seven

The larger enemy ships from this zealous aggressive faction are starting to reposition. There's a low wind-up sound like an overly dramatic gossiper. ~Woop wooooooop~. A horn or siren that's cycled up to bray a challenge or intent. One rather fabulously ship, large and gilded, separates from the others. It starts carving towards the Wave Dancer and Honestas, but requires work to get up to speed. It's got guns baby. A proper toe-to-toe that would be a drool-worthy prize. And of course, well armed. It's companions let it go after a few answering whoops. It's hard to stop a Captain with a bone to pick. And apparently it's going to join the battle, by its very own self, now that the smaller craft are getting picked off. With only one smaller picket ship left that's not on fire, boarded or sinking, it starts taking pot shots at the prow of the third Ark (ice-repaired and last in line).
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