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Finn was skeptical until the first match.

The grey-cloaks fled. The slave barge drifted empty. Silas, his silver arm smoking, pulled Finn to his feet. buccaneers ship stadium

A Royal Navy intelligence ship, the HMS Inevitable , didn’t attack. Instead, her captain—a pale, tight-lipped woman named Vexley—came aboard as a spectator. She sat in the cheap seats, watched a match between the Salt Dogs and the Bilge Rats, and applauded politely. Then she bought Finn a drink. Finn was skeptical until the first match

It was called The Crimson Wake .

Finn’s blood went cold. “Are you threatening us?” Silas, his silver arm smoking, pulled Finn to his feet

Silas “Silverhand” Barlow, a man whose left arm had been replaced with a polished prosthetic of whalebone and mythril, clapped Finn on the shoulder. “That’s where you’re wrong, lad. The Royal Charter Navy has been hunting us for thirty years. Smaller holds, faster frigates. The old way—the bloody way—is dying. But sport?” He grinned, gold teeth glinting. “Sport is eternal.”