Mission:
The second day of chasing those wretched fools. The emperor wanted syther to do the job, knowing that he could count on the bold wolf to go all out, break every limit, to catch Ripwood and his crew. On the BloodCresant, Syther and his crew of 6 score vermin along with 2 score oar slaves had been chasing Ripwood and his stolen ship for 2 days. The seas had been calm throughout their voyage, but there was still no sign of the ship. This had the crew quite annoyed, for it was a Marvelous day. The sun shone high in the noon sky, puffy and scarce were the clouds above, the sea's waters turned a blue green, the sun glinted of the small waves. This had set everyone in good spirits, though most wished to be on land, to enjoy the day with their friends. Besides this fact, they continued to search for the stolen ship, which had been said to go out northwest by an eye witness ferret, though northwest of sampetra held no ships for miles. Yet.

The Wolf captain Syther paced up and down upon the deck. He wore no shoes on his feet, and the glossed wood of the newly made ship felt slick on his footpaws. As he paced, he slid out that gold saber that he kept. It's blade looked to be made of pure gold, though that was not at all the case. It had been dipped in gold, after the actual blade had been forged of steel, iron, and diamond. On the sides were carved beautiful runes, of which even he did not know the meaning. He glanced at his blade and revealed a row of blood red teeth, which had been newly dyed, in a smile. But he was far from happy. He thought this voyage would have been easy, over take the runaway ship and bring back the captain and first mate. This was not the case, however. There had been 2 days already, and nobeast had even the slightest spotting of a ship on the horizon. As Syther paced, he flexed the large muscles of his biceps, which he had made in training. Beside the wolf, there strode a slinky little weasel names Rinkel. This was the captains appointed first mate, which Syther decided would come in handy in the raiding of the ship. For this greasy, sly looking weasel, whom syther towered over, was key to taking the ship. He was a master strategist. Not that Syther was dumb, but with Rinkel around, he would not have to do all the thinking. so there they strode, near the hull of the ship, hoping the lookout to spot something. The next day took everybeast by surprise. As the crew, captian, and everybeast but the lookout slept soundly, Cragfeet (the lookout), Spotted a blotch on the morning horizon. With the pinkish light that shone from the far eastern sky, the Fox could tell that something was amiss. The blotch was to the far north, and was far to small to even be a small island. A ship! That is what the lookout roared as he stared off into the distance. Soon, everybeast, with the exception of a few slackers, was up and about, getting ready for a raid of their emperor's stolen vessel. Captain Syther ordered the oars to be put on double speed, which, in entirety, wore the ragged slaves out. But now, they were fed and rested, so they handled the job quite well. Everybeast on deck was in a hurry. Slipping on clothes, taking weapons from a small store in the lower deck. Feeding themselves breakfast. Basically what they would normally do, but on the double because of the ship. As the Bloodcresant neared the thought to be stolen ship, they noticed it did not seem to be a sampetran ship. The sails were dyed green, it was smaller than a normal vessel, it just didn't look like any that Syther had ever seen. But perhaps this was just a disguise to fool whatever chase was put on the ship. So, the wolf captain decided to proceed carefully. So, slowly but surely, Syther's ship neared the stolen vessel. Everybeast on deck was now ready. Most were armed with sabers in their belts, long spears or arrows in their paws. A fearsome sight, it was, 120 beasts, crude and scarred, standing near the railing of a very large warship, all ready for battle. As they looked on, their bodies tensed for what they though would be a struggle, but not a tough battle.

Onboard the rubyscarab, a large group of squirrels stood mystified, looking on at the large ship heading towards them. Their leader, Raga, stood tall on deck, ready to do battle with the sea scum that headed in his ships direction. His gray tail glittered as his muscles tensed. His crew of 2 score squirrels held a verity of weapons, but most were just fire hardened, sharpened oak staves. The old raga held a broad sword, but he still doubted it would do good against a large boat of vermin. Still, the squirrels could not out run a ship of that size, and it would be no good being a slave. So they waited, having no form of arrow or spear to throw, they waited. As boat neared boat, Syther noticed that the boat was of squirrels, not vermin. He thought then, and decided upon a plan. He would take out the ship, but capture some of the creatures for questioning. So as the ship neared the squirrles, the vermin upon the Bloodcresant opened heavy fire. This took about a score of squirrels, and the next volley took more. As vermin jumped upon the actual boat, a few good rats, stroats, and others took a wound. But only one beast died. The beasts that were captured were not beasts, only beast. It was raga. The old squirrels fur was matted and bloody, his nostrils flaring in fear of captivity. The squirrel spilled faster than Syther thought possible, fearing everything about everything. He told that he had passed a ship of partying vermin a while back, he told the ship was going to the East, and said it was traveling rather slow. After spilling his guts, the wolf spilled his guts for him, stabbing the old squirrel in the stomach and throwing him overboard. So the ship veered east, heading after the ship of fugitives. The days passed quickly in the chase, It seemed like only a day. Infact, it actually took a span of five before they were even close to the fugitives ship. The fifth day since the rubyscarab the crew was getting a little shifty. They had brought enough supplies for a moths voyage. Going the way things were, that might not have lasted them the whole journey. As well, the water supply was also a worry. So it was not the best time for a storm to roll in. As spirits soared downwards, the lookout screamed, barley audible above the roaring rains. Syther heard it, however, he had been strutting by when the lookout shouted, "Ship on the port side!" As beasts rushed over, Syther didn't care. "Full speed ahead!" He roared, hoping he could get to the ship before he ran out of supplies.

There was much confusion aboard the Bloodcresant, beasts running hither and tither around the ship. It was all a search for weapons, since they had put away the ones that had been used against the squirrels the second day after the battle. Now everybeast was searching for bows, spears, javelins, just about anything they could throw. Most of the beasts on deck knew who ripwood and his first mate were, and all were ordered not to fire upon the two for prenatally of death. So basically, every beast stayed quite cautious while their ship approached the stolen vessel.

As The Bloodcresant got closer and closer to the stolen ship, the Crew on Ripwood's ship were not aware. All were trying to man the ship in the storm. So, as the Bloodcresant approached, nobeast knew. To Ripwood's crew, it all happened in an instant. As the Captian and his first mate charted a course in the cabin, his beasts were taken aback as a large ship suddenly appeared beside them. It was all but too late for the crew manning the portside of the ship, for as Syther's ship appeared a barrage of missiles took out nearly everybeast. The rest of the crew was basicly unarmed for anything but paw to paw combat, so as Syther's crew kept shooting and throwing, the Fugitives were killed, one by one. After about a minute, Some of The crew of the Bloodcresant began jumping aboard Ripwood's stolen ship. With about only a score of unequiped and suprised vermin, ripwood's crew stood no chance. Nobeast had spotted the captian, so syther's beasts began searching the cabins. And, as expected, they found the captian and his first mate lounging in the Captian's cabin, where they were quckly knocked out and taken aboard The Bloodcresant. Syther sent half of his crew, after a little clean up of the deck, to sail the stolen ship, the Fretrash, aside his ship. The going back was plainly easy, about six days. The ship was running a little low on supplys, but with the very stocked supply stores of the Fretrash, food was no longer a problem. The captian and his first mate were held in one of the now empty crewbeasts quarters, in which they were questioned. Of course, they did not answer mych, but it was worth trying anyways. On the sixth morning, Sampetra was in plain sight, and by the early evening They had docked both ships. They returned to the sampetran castle heros, with the two traitors soon given to the emperor for whatever purpose he would use them. As for now, Syther's mission was complete.