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"... the hell?" Crow muttered to himself, peering at the Tear of the Saint out of his spyglass. "That can't be right, No way they'd send an old model like that after us... unless the crew's something special.

Scarlet was thinking the same thing. "Don't fire!" she yelled to Sirius. "There's something odd about this whole situation!" Sure, it was possible that the Black Shield was still using an old ship for some reason, but that wasn't all that likely. Maybe this particular vessel belonged to someone else. It was a shot in the dark, but maybe ti belonged to someone that wouldn't kill them on sight.

She'd have to wait until the could make out more details of exactly what they were dealing with, but that could be done. It would take nerves of steel on the part of everyone involved, but if the ship turned out to be hostile, it would be possible to tell in advance and still escape, she was almost positive. Plus, it was one ship, and they were two. Barring anything extraordinary aboard that ship, the advantage was theirs.

"Songrose!" she called for her newest crew member. "I want you to fetch the colored flags from the storage room!" There was a chance she might actually need to use them to convey a desire for parley if the ship did not belong to the Shield.