Hector approached the ship from the air. Descending into the hotter air was unpleasant, but he couldn’t stay up high forever.

As he approached, he noticed people moving around on the ship. At a glance, they looked pretty normal. Coming closer, he could now make out that they were dressed kind of like old-fashioned sailors. Or maybe “pirates” was more the word.

One of them pointed towards him, but their reactions were quite subdued, all things considered. Hector approached slowly, ready to turn and run at the first sign of an attack.

Hector kept pace with the moving ship while hovering about 20 meters off the port side, a bit above the main deck. Most of the crew was facing him, hands on the guardrail.

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“Ahoy!” a man yelled.

Hector waved but didn’t reply, not really sure what the right thing to say is in this type of situation.

“How rude!” the man followed up. Then, he pointed his hand directly at Hector. Before Hector could react, the man released some type of light-based attack reminiscent of what Harper used against Abolish all those months back, except this attack was far more potent.

Hector looked down at his body. Most of it wasn’t there anymore. So much for the new armor.

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