From the towering white limestone bluffs that overlooked Coral Bay, two thousand dragoon archers and northern jarl warriors watched with bated breath as the maritime trap was sprung. The roar of crashing surf echoed against the vertical cliffs, mixing with the rhythmic war-chants of the imperial marines aboard the pursuing iron galleons. *Dawn's Shield* skimmed effortlessly across the shallow reef shelf, her shallow-draft hull drawing only eight feet of water…
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