Fly you fools!

The Beast is racing along the waves, sails full, in headlong pursuit of a duo of ships that have flags owing allegiance to no GC nation. There is a jolly roger on the duo, but its a rather angular and abstract artistically speaking. The Beast is flying official Navy flags herself, denoting some manner of official status for this pursuit. A smaller but swifter naval sloop has cut ahead and stealing the same wind as the unknown ships that are fleeing. All the tricks of the trade are being attempted to try and overtake the strangers. A complication up ahead is obvious within these Sukho waters: A motherloving huge assortment of volcanic archipelagos.
Ruby is barking and barking, trying to squeeze every ounce of excellence or anxiety from her regular crew. She's been trying to Trump in assistance...even going so far as to try and arrange for friendlies to warp in with their own ships, or simply come on deck. But storm clouds currently forming would give any Captain pause for concern.
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