Captain Ben mutters an oath, one hand tugging at his earlobe and his eyes on Grondar's back vanishing below. "Braer, I'd like you to--" he starts to say, but his first mate is gone up the mast. "Ah, spit in a can! Noonchuck, Troth, trim those sails, we need more speed! Denther! How fast is she moving? Has she seen us, yet?"
To Denther's eye, the vessel is sleek, easily a match for the Pander Ban in speed, especially with the wind favoring her. She's still a long ways off, though. At the heading the Pander Ban is taking, they'll cross paths in under an hour, with the foreign ship still well astern. Another hour or two after that, darkness will descend on the water.
To the rest of the crew, the ship remains hidden in the mist of the sea and the line of the coast. For a moment, N’un T’Chauck thought he may have seen a sail, but he can't be sure.