The Ships assembling
Rigging whooshed, timbers creaked and ropes groaned as the Yellow Hand sailed, with its two escort ships behind it, to the appointed rendezvous. Carrying over 400 soldiers, it was a cut above the average ship, but far from one of the largest.
"Any ships in sight?" bellowed the captain.
"Not a darn thing! Lord Henoken was certainly right, this fog will be our best chance to make safe passage, but even a dragon couldn't see the mainland from here!" answered the lookout.
"Hakemiri!" said a man staring into the water excitedly. "Big ones, too!" Hakemiri was a slang term for the large fish in these waters.
"Fishermen to the port rail!" captain Ilinuto ordered. "I want to see atleast three caught in an hour!"
"Ship Ahoy!" came the cry of the lookout. "Ship Ahoy, off the starboard bow!"
The cry was taken up and echoed aboard the escorts. Tension ran high as men checked the cannon loading and opened crates of weapons. Suddenly the fish were forgotten as everyone began to worry.
"Not the Takahari sailors, atleast, may they never achieve nirvana" muttered the lookout to himself, gazing out upon the water where two black shapes had just manifested. As he watched, they seemed to grow, and their sails began to take on shape and whiteness. Then it turned out to be four ships, sailing in pairs. Pairs! That was a friendly characteristic. He hoisted up the large piece of silk striped in blue and green to signal to them. A collective cheer rang out from the deck as the flag's meaning spread.
Moments later, the other ships seemed to be doing the same thing: hoisting the green and blue. At this distance it looked like turquoise, bleached due to the white background.
Then they closed. They were light green. Pursued. "Swing to port, friendly ships under pursuit!" cried the lookout to the steersman.
"What? What pursuit?" answered the captain, indicating for the lookout to bring out the questioning flag. But the other ships were already answering.
"Three armed ships, too high risk!" Once again the message relayed to the escort ships, smaller, with a lower lookout, but more heavily armed.
"I say we swing about to starboard. If there's only three of them, they won't dare to tangle with seven of our ships."