(Note: somewhere near Unexpected and unrefusable cargo 1, honestly not sure if before or after though)

The ripples started small. Very small, almost invisible in the bright light reflecting off the water.

Gideon leaned on the deck railing, waited.

The Mariana's shadow grew slightly smaller, then rippled once.

Twice.

Bent, shook, slithered, curled, then withered as the water belled, grabbed at her hull, heeled her over like she'd been struck by a terrible wind and kept her there.

Three of her rigging runners fell out of her.

"Told you not to steal my cargo," he muttered, then whistled up at his own rigging to loose the sails.