Chris thought he saw a shadow pass. He was stationed in the Crow's Nest, an hour into his shift. The Reaper's Chalice had switched its colors to a civilian merchant flag, and most of the men were at ease. Still, it was Chris' duty to make sure security was tight, and he preferred to stay on ship, anyway, at least tonight. He had seen a shadow. It could have been anything, but to be on the safe side, he scanned the ship, using his magic eye to sense every living and magical thing on board. It didn't glow under his eyepatch, but he could see all the same.
There was someone directly below him, in the storage. They had magic, too. Chris tried to quickly think of whom it could be, but any being that fit those two requirements were on shore.
Thief, Chris thoughht, gritting his teeth.
He wasted no time in loading a pistol. Quicker than a squirrel, he scrambled from his post down and down the ladder when the thief emerged from plundering.
Chris narrowed his good eye, gray as a storm, as he aimed the pistol squarely for the culpret's chest. He was taller than Chris was, but scrawnier.
And much dirtier, he thought with almost a grimace. He did't know what he was more replused by, the thiefry or the grime.
"Don't move or you die," he demanded sharply.