The Captain turned his back on the receding wharf, happy to get away from the heathens in this northern port. They didn’t even have a shrine to Ulmo! And they call themselves sailors!
He leaned against the rail, glad to be returning to the simplicity of life at sea, far away from corrupt trade guilds and greedy merchants. It was a good life, running the trade routes for the King in Gondor. He had rewarded the Corsairs pledging loyalty to him with extensive control over their City, and a decent cut of the profit as well. A good life, indeed.