The black ship slipped silently through the water towards the quay of the unsuspecting town. The ships of Gondor stood silently in their berths, precious cargo in their fat bellies. They would never know what hit them, so quick were the brave Corsairs that the men of Gondor would not even feel the pain of their blades before they died.
The black ship sailed closer, a gentle wave the only indication of their approach. The captain turned his vessel, choosing his prey, and--
"Miro! Mata's yelling out the door for supper!"
Miro sighed and scooped his ships from the trough.