Chapter FourBay's Point had begun its existence as a smugglers port, base to only the pirates that were desperate enough to endure the frigid winds and ripping tides that scoured the coast on their way down from the arctic North. For generations it had been nothing more than an undisturbed ramshackle of warehouses, piers and hovels with not even a tavern to keep them warm. Instead pirates and bandits infested what was no bigger than a coastal hamlet sought their ale and treasures by a different method. They would quest out in their sleek corsairs, and raid the more substantial settlements to the South and East, sometimes travelling as far as the other side of the great bay, or even, when times were desperate, across the sea to the great forest villages of the distant island to the West. Al
