Locksley looked out of his tower window. It was an early morning and the sun worked hard to burn away the nights fog over the sea that still lingered thick and heavy. A light breeze blew from land and dug deep holes in the fog giving it an unnatural look, almost like a living being. The fog shifted and created shapes that could make a person with even the slightest imagination to believe of all sorts of beasts and strange things.
'No wonder the fishermen speak of lock lake monsters and what not', Locksley whispered to himself.

All the sudden the wind made a large opening in the fog that made it possible to see straight through it. Behind the thick wall of mist the water lay clear bathing in the sun and for a fraction of a second Locksley could see all the way to the horizon.

As he turned away from the window something caught his attention in the corner of his eyes, he turned his head back quickly and got a glimpse of something through the closing gap in the mist, something black, something that haven't been sighted in these water for centuries, something that frighten him and send a chill down his spine. The opening in the mist closed as sudden as it had opened but he was sure what he had seen, black sails in the horizon, pirates, and the worst sort of them as well, Braavosian Sealords. Why were they back and what would this mean for the future of Sosaria?