The System Seas

The words sank in quickly. The glint of sun off far‑off sails was too steady, too wide, and too purposeful to be anything but a warship heading directly towards them. It had swagger. Marco generally liked swagger but had found it was much worse when the confidence was aimed directly at him. He would have much preferred a worried gait, a sort of cautious approach that showed his opponent had heard about The Foolish Endeavor crew and was reluctant to tie up with them.

This ship was big, bigger than anything he had gone up against before. He was on his own much smaller ship in a flash, placing his hand flat on the wheel and letting his power circulate through the ship. Luckily, the system had not been stingy here. It had eaten every scrap of material available to it, but it had also left him a full tank of gas.