[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

The Fleet ship, a merchant’s galley, made its way to the southern peninsula. The crew was small, only the barest amount of crew that the galley could possibly need. This was due to the addition of a small squad of eight Nightscale Tritons, clad in their black leather armor, and polishing and sharpening their serpent-bone glaives. While these Tritons coil swim quickly, a ship is much more preferable than a forced march through the ocean. There was a scrube aboard as well, dressed similarly to the navigator, and aiding the ship’s own navigator with sending the ship swiftly, the small flock of albatrosses resting on the arms of the mast.
 
It was a few days until the ship anchored a few miles off the shore of the Peninsula. Wordlessly, the tritons slipped under the waves, and slithered through the waves in the dead of night. When they slunk onto the shore, they were shocked to see what stood before them.