The waves rocked gently around the ship, with wind filling the sails and propelling the large vessel as it cut through the water. Such a ship was not capable of sailing against the wind and its speed was far inferior to other medium-sized vessels, which is why it often became a prime target for pirates.
Nobody could have predicted the arrival of pirates, not even Veldor.
They had been sailing smoothly for several days already, and even the captain had let out a sigh of relief, preparing to open a barrel of fine wine at the banquet that evening to celebrate.
But fate is often like that. The more you worry about something, the less likely it is to happen, and when you stop worrying, it happens right before your eyes.
