About 3 Nautical Miles away from the Horizon Belle's position, a lone galleon was heading southwest. If one looked closely, they'd see a white flag with the symbol of a black cupid's bow and arrow fluttering at the top.
Although the weather was thunderous and rainy, the ship was having no difficulty sailing. Actually, the southerly wind was helping the pirate galleon move faster than before.
"Finally, we have a chance to catch up to that schooner!" One of the crew members onboard excitedly shouted from the fore mast's nest.
"Can you see it?" A tall, voluptuous woman wearing a tricorne hat asked.
"Yes!" The pirate girl at the top replied while observing with a monocular. A few seconds later, she added, "They've got beam reach, but we have an advantage."
"Good!" The woman smiled and grabbed the helm, her half-covered breasts jiggling as a wave hit the ship's hull.
