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He was tired, quite, from how he exerted himself to reach back to Foster's shore with the weight he dragged behind him all the way but he had no time to rest. The ship was already set ablaze, right on the water with nothing else to conceal it from anyone else. It would only be a matter of time before some of the curious people who lived at the Bay to arrive and then, the scavengers looking to get whatever they could from the doomed pirates. F'mos had to act before that could happen. To secure whatever he could for himself and then, leave before anyone else could make a claim of what was his. Pirates or the people of Foster's, one was just as bad as the other; the lot of them looking to enrich themselves no matter who they had to harm.The moment he landed and turned back, F'mos secured his barrel of ill-gotten gains on the shore before he retrieved his proper equipment from where he hid them. Now he would have a chance against those pirates, if any of them did reach the shore. He could only hope they brought with them some of their treasures and valuables. Those which he could not reach because he would have been too suspicious which carried the risk of being discovered and, would not have been able to drag back in his puny form anyway. Sure he was more than prepared, a fire was lit by him; one he hoped would act as a beacon. To attract the pirates to where they think is safe waters, a safe spot to land and perhaps gain some assistance from any unwitting passerbys.
Instead they will find one more brazen than any pirate who will wait, weapon in hand to relieve them of their goods.
One may think F'mos would be relying on Chrien to send the pirates his way but the aukari was not going to rely on any immortal. Instead it was all a part of his plan. He had deliberately left some of the lifeboats on the ship untouched, the ones closer to Foster's and where he now waits. Together with the fire he lit, he was sure it was no longer even a possibility but a certainty at least one of the surviving groups would head his way. There may be some which would head to other parts of the Bay and possibly meet with some other people, but he had no control over that. He only needed the one and with that, he would be content; especially if it was only the one group.
And with that as he lay in wait in anticipation of his marks, concealed within the darkness of the night as well as the natural foliage present at the Bay so neither pirates nor passerby would get the drop on him, he had his bow out and arrow nocked. Ready to make the first shot, to whittle down the pirates and the resistance he expected he would have to face the moment they reached land.
