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Spring 43rd 512 AV Anchorage Flotilla The Flotilla was usually an energetic place, and it was even livelier these past few days. Several groups were waiting in anticipation for news of their destination, of where revenge and justice had to be served to a man who wrongfully called himself a pirate. And while many waited for word about Braten’s whereabouts, and where the rendezvous point would be, some decided that the best way to spend the days would to train. Several boats on the southern side of the Flotilla were holding duels and spars. Dummies and target practices had been set up and arrows and daggers flew through the air. “That is no good!” yelled a middle-aged man as he shot an accusing finger at one of his kin. This man was named Eric Whitewave, and was known to many as a powerful combatant. He had a playful grin on his face but there was also a hint of seriousness. “You cannot even hit targets that close to you? It is not even moving! Step up your game, brother!” Close by a duel had just finished. The two combatants fought to catch their breaths. Their blades were thrown down to the deck to signal that the fight was finished. A small crowd surrounded them and cheered. The Svefra loved a good fight, and that had been an admirable one. “Who else wants to train against each other? Come forward and let’s see it!” yelled out Eric Whitewave as he gestured for a new pair, or for any number of people, to start a new fight. He had yet to be impressed that day, and was eager to see anyone to do so.