Here we go again. Yet another fucking meeting. Not many had answered Sparrows call yet by the time he arrived at the gathering spot- he wondered how many would. The recent raids hadn’t gone as well as any of them had hoped, though, to be fair, they were raid parties made up mostly of yearlings. But now that they all had a taste for what raids would look like … maybe they would get better. Perhaps it was one of those things where the more you did something, the better you got at it? One could only hope. With a silent stoicism, Aresenn’s gaze tapered off in the cavern as he awaited the Pirate King’s address.