Drake saw the fast vessel change angle and reached for the speaking horn.
The Ascendancy mark showed plainly on its side. It came across the wind with enough speed to make a threat of its approach, then turned its nose away from the Gull’s Luck.
For half a breath, Drake thought it had reconsidered.
The weighted strike went toward the small gray carrier behind him.
“Protected turn!” he shouted. “Gray carrier, your practiced line!”
The carrier’s pilot moved. A heavy hooked weight struck its outer regulator frame and glanced away in a spray of wood. The protected cases inside rocked against their restraints.
Not his flagship.
The parts.
