The salt air, filled with warmth even at night, blew against Narwen's face as she sat in her favorite place, high in the rigging. She had talked to the captain, and he had been more than happy to take her aboard, saying he needed all the corsairs he could get. They were on their way to Dol Amroth in the north, disgused as merchant ships. He had assigned her to the ship "Bloodwake," captained by Tar Ghun, a captain of some repute, though Narwen had not served under him before.
Under the cold high stars, she was on the dawn watch, with rose just creeping into the eastern horizon to the right. She was excited, anticipating the action to come, and hoping to bring in a large profit. Kidnappings were always profitable. She smiled, a shark's smile, merciless and eager, and watched for the dawn.
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