One of the men attached a dangerous-looking device to the door. Taking cover behind overturned tables, the men from Silver Skies formed a sort of half-circle around the door and ducked down.

Hawkeye spun the cylinder on his revolver, popped up and blew the door from its destroyed hinges. Jerem’s men poured a full volley into the bridge, cutting down the dozen or so men that remained.

The leader of the pirates, it seemed, lay slumped against the helm. He was wearing some kind of scale armour made out of steel that had not saved him from the bullet that had drilled through his chest and out of the other side.

Jerem frowned at him and ordered two men to haul him back to the Silver Skies. He stood still and contemplative as men busied themselves around him, hauling the dead out and checking the logs. One of them handed him a transcription from the radiograph.

“It seems the pirates here have replaced the original crew, and so must have been part of the fighting at the Fold.”