Red-Wake Marines

The band of pirates had fortified a cove out in the middle of the ocean. Nothing more than rocks and coral, really, but that just made it all the more dangerous to assault. Me and my boys approached the landing craft, but I stopped when I saw several of the Temurae sitting on the deck, sharpening blades as if they had nothing better to do today. I asked them what they thought they were doing, and the leader looked at me with a saw tooth grin. 'Why, we're preparing for the day.' I asked them how they were preparing by sitting in the noon-day sun. Again, the saw-tooth grin. "well, I guess you're right. Perhaps we should get to work." In one fluid motion, her and her compadres vaulted over the side of the ship and vanished beneath the waves. Looking around, I found that every Temurae that had been on deck had followed suit. By the time the landing craft had breached the cove, we found her sitting again, cleaning the blood from her knife.