DOMINIC: THE PIRATES

The following day, we're at the camps before the break of dawn, the sky is still shrouded with dark clouds. We are preparing our weapons and Armor to set out to sea, to the locations where the bandits usually attack the unsuspecting sailors.

The previous day, when I got back to the Redcliffe's palace I received a letter from a carrier bird sent by Alistair informing me that they are almost done clearing out the boarders and have captured the head of the bandits and that they are just left with a few to take care of. That's Alistair Voss for you, always the swift and meticulous one, he's diligent and that's one of the reasons why he is he is the head of the royal army after all.

I'm strapping on my breast Armor when I'm approached by Clinton Amez who is already dressed in his Armor. Stopping beside me he informs "the ship is ready my prince" I hum with a nod

"How about the cannons, have they been checked?" I ask picking up my gloves and slipping them on "Yes your highness"