To a regular passerby, the ship seemed as if it was a lonesome thing, abandoned and forgotten. The disarray of normally taut lines and sheets that hung loosely from their spars suggested the ship had been inactive and somewhat neglected.
A traditionally active sailing vessel, normally full of human activity, was now quiet and dormant, aching for action and people to occupy her decks. The wind from the busy harbor whistled by her wooden masts and through her hundreds of lines making an eerie sound. The gentle rocking of the ship creaked in unison as the waves lapped against the wharf's old wooden piers. The Defiant waited. Soon there would be an opportunity.
