Flynn scanned the empty horizon, or what would have been the horizon if he was at sea. Something had pulled the ship out of spell jamming speed but just the usual starry darkness engulfed the Lady May. Three weeks out of port with a mixed cargo of dried fruit, weak beer and grains of corn all on a war vessel under the flag of Waterdeep did not seem to add up. No one in the admiralty has told him what his mission involved, only to take the cargo to co-ordinates in the Taskarie system. Then there was the passenger, the tall broad shouldered man with the hooded cloak and the black leather sling bag, what was that all about? Well orders were orders and their were plenty of others wanting a command in this small navy.

"There’s summu’t off the starboard bow Capt’n" bellowed a voice from the crows nest.

Poor Jarius, nice lad, farmers son, thick as a cows rear end, but always cheerful, never showed any fear, just optimism, constant bloody optimism! Flynn scanned the starboard bow,...... nothing. Then scanned the port bow and there it was. Jarius may not be able to tell his port from his starboard, but all those years in the country had kept his eyesight eagle sharp.

A dark object loomed out of the night sky, and now that he could see it, the vessel had wings and some sort of makeshift piercing ram mounted on its hull, it was sleek and foreboding and was closing fast. Flynn allowed himself a wry smile. He had seen these before during the un-human wars, back then he was the captain on a Tradesman Light Cruiser, but now he was in command of a Hammership, the finest ship of the line.

"Show our rear to them helmsman, starboard forty five degrees. Mr Gurt bring that catapult to bear will you" Flynn barked orders at his crew who began to scuttle aimlessly around the ship. Only three members of the crew were veterans, Mr Gurt the weapons master, Miss Boyle the helms woman and the First Officer Farion Eldir and Elf sage from Waterdeep. The rest were as green as grass, greener even!

The ship rolled to one side as the helms woman steered away from the incoming ship. It was close now, but not quite close enough.

"Slow her down Miss Boyle! Boarding party to me, Farion, be easy with her, I’ll be back presently!" He shouted so all could hear.

Flynn steadied himself on the rear castle, as twenty men milled around him readying weapons and fixing armour.

"Well lads over we go"

He jumped off the Lady May and onto the ram of the enemy vessel. The five foot jump carried him well onto the main timbers, and he hit it running. The enemy ship was a Kobold vessel, an Angel Ship, and right now he knew they would be panicking. Kobolds didn't like close combat, and if there was a race less suited to it, he had never met them.

"Come on" bellowed Flynn drawing his sword. "there’ll only be forty of them. Back in time for kippers!"

The Kobolds panicked. The crew charged.