Another day and night on which fortune smiled upon the crew and said “Aye me laddies, get dat booty, yar!” The excursion to the new Skull fortress proved most beneficial in the end.
Warmongering through the skeletal hordes unimpeded for multiple waves, brilliance turned to dismay upon the arrival of the Black Flag Galilean and twin Sloop nuances, but after quick fall of one sloop, the other retreated hastily. Hours of dodge and parry with the Black Flag ensued with the crew on the side of eventual victory. Again unimpeded, we finished the remnants of the bothersome bones and began to collect our wealth.
Nearly loaded, with only trinkets on the beach, the second sloop again dared a brazen approach. Abandoning the beach the Cat set forth for Ancient Spire in haste. Utilizing merman method six, the crew began to cash in whilst circumlocuting the pursuing sloop.
Having enough of the troublesome sloops shenanigans, we battled, the crew again coming out with victorious destruction of the sloop and crew. Alas, the Cat succumbed to the many wounds she received and slowly went down as the courageous crew swam in the remains of the floating treasure.
Another huge triumph in the annals of Seacat lore!