A plague finds it's way into the aeries of Helisto's Tarns. A sickness that though not fatal makes the beasts incapable. This is the beginning of the end of the excessive creatures on an island that in the best of times can not sustain so many. The mark of many hundreds is throughout the island. Many wish only quiet and prosperity. But it is known now that one. Just one must bring himself to face the Monster of Thassa. The one that made threats. The one that ran in cowardice. That one must face the darkness or be lost to it.
Islanders once saved by green ships, know of the mark. The promise that comes with it. A Chubby Merchant places his marked palm in that of his girl. Her mark the same as they board a ship heading north.
Within the administrator's houshold a man bows and leaves gathering his to him. Having heard of the red bead he knows he lives in the wrong home to beg safety again. He and his race into the woods to find others as they all move to ships to evacuate. The Watch sees this. They too know they stand in perril. Only one is now hunted by the black. Greenships now move to remove fleets of lesser craft. The Navy that Helisto boasts is not as weathered. Not as hateful and not as cruel as those of many different pirate fleets that now close on the island.
Will the scribe step foreward to face what comes? Will he again flee? Will he eat a nice sconce and have tea while pirates seal his island from shipping?
The song has begun!