Hank was a captain on The Sumo. A ship that considered its cargo more precious then gold because it carried Silk, China, and spices such as cinnamon and nutmeg for the Dutch Markets. Even though he had served in the British Navy, he had retired and was now sailing a merchant vessel and making far more then he did as a Captain for the British.
However, being a merchant captain cake with its own dangers; namely pirates trying to strike rich on ships such as his. But Hank kept his men and his ship armed and they had so far managed to avoid attack. The pirates in the area knew to avoid him and the ship The Sumo.
Except for one.
Hank had been below deck, examining one of his many mapd when a shout drew him above. His quartermaster, Ben, was pointing towards a ship drifting listlessly towards them. It’s sails was slashed, the British flag torn, and there didn’t seem to be any movement onboard.
Hank narrowed his gaze. Something didn’t feel right, but still… He ordered his men to ready for attack as the ship drifted closer.