Waves crashed over the deck of the ship as the burly sea otter attempted to keep his vessel on course. There was a crack as the mainmast tore itself away from the ship and fell into the ocean. Then, as if Fortune herself had cursed the ship, a prow sailed out of the rain towards us. It was the dreaded ship, the ‘’Searipper’’, the craft of Zarstan the Cruel. Our steersbeast fought bravely that day, but to no avail. We were captured, all of us. - From the recorded account of Joran, entitled ‘’My life at sea’’.