"Her forces have pulled back, and she has stopped raiding our supply ships. Everything has become so peaceful. The others are rejoicing. 'The wretch has been cowed! She harries us no more!" Or "Perhaps she has had a change of heart, and seeks to allow us a foothold on this coast." I am not so foolish. Why would the Royal Navy's most dogged hounder of rebels and insurgents suddenly leave us be to build our forces? Something is wrong. Very wrong. She has designs for us that we have yet to understand, and I fear it will be too late when we finally do. I wish I could say a storm is brewing, for that at least I could prepare for. Instead, the air is quiet, the waves are still. I do not know what comes for us, or when. But it comes." ~Excerpt from a heavily damaged log, recovered from the ruined rebel stronghold of Thrillwater Bay after it's storming. Author unknown.