The sun drags itself from its bed, spilling crimson across the eastern skies. It rises over Sarvos, where the Red Wind Corsairs have left the safety of the shores and now ride the waves. The expertise of the corsairs of the Brass Coast has transformed the army into a naval force of swift, deadly Freeborn vessels. Many of the soldiers are scions of the corsair families of Madruga and Feroz, eager to take their vengeance on the Children of Wrecks who stole their island homes. They are not alone.
