“Mind the jib!” Urgot the One-Eyed bellowed from the watchtower, a telescope in one hand and the guardrail in the other. “The chase be on!”
His crew stomped the deck, curved blades cutting salty air as they whooped and hollered. The dark body of their victim came clearer into view with each passing moment, lying heavy in the sea with her belly full of gold.
“She’s taken anchor!” he cried, triumphant, “Prepare to boa—“
The figurehead screamed as Urgot the One-Eyed was thrown from his perch, the hull of his ship crushed by land.
“Shoulda used mah good eye!”