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Gregson had finished off the last of the wine in his glass, sighed appreciatively, and rose from the table. He was about to head towards his room when suddenly he heard a cry from above deck. "All hands on deck!! Enemies sighted off the starboard! Move your asses, guys, we're under attack!!" Gregson sprang into action. He ran up the stairs leading to the deck, shedding his coat and drawing his sabre in one fluid motion. He quickly looked around for the attackers, even though there was no need. Another ship had pulled alongside the Daedalus. The crimson flag was all Gregson needed to see to know who was attacking.

Searching the crowd of sailors who were streaming onto the deck, Gregson found the woman he had noticed earlier in the mess hall. She hadn't stayed though, she just grabbed a small morsel of food and headed back topside. He remembered her because of her snow-white hair. He had thought about how much he would love to style it. Gregson ran towards her. She was on the smaller side, with a slim figure. A engraved pistol hung at her side. Also at her side, an ancient-looking spyglass. Gregson's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of it. I have seen that looking glass before, I'll bet my blades on it. Pushing the thought aside, he ran up beside her.

"Hello, milady. Gregson Wallace Aldridge the Third, at your service." Gregson took in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling invigorated at the prospect of putting his blades to use. "A fine night for a fight, isn't it?"