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After about a half minute, the Imperial ship began to move away.
"SER FARSEER!" Arathor cried. "WE CANNOT LET THEM ESCAPE!"
Xander glanced at the imperial ship. He was grappling with an Imperial Battlemage, so called the ghost he had conjured. It grabbed the Battlemage around the neck and pulled him off it's master. The Imperial's face went purple, then a snapping sound came from his neck and he collapsed to the floor. Xander nodded to the ghost, then ran to the front of the boat. He notched his last arrow, lit the tip against one of the torches that illuminated the boat, and fired it. It hit one of the ship's sails, causing it to burst into flame. The mast followed.
Arathor grinned. "Good shot."
Xander nodded. "They won't go anywhere."

Shows-His-Teeth watched as the massive ship began falling to pieces, his vision transfixed on the spectacular Imperial flags, now burning and shriveling. He positioned his spear onto his back, and once again removed his sword. He quickly scanned the surrounding pile of bodies, searching for any survivors of the battle. After this preliminary action, he began to carefully roll each body over, save those obviously mutilated.

Xander watched Show-his-teeth performing this strange ritual. After a minute, he started to help him. Arathor spat on an Imperial's corpse and went below decks.

Shows-His-Teeth motioned to Xander, then spoke. "We can not take any prisoners with us. Have your men check all of the bodies, and handle any survivors." He stood and wiped blood from his hands onto the fur of his greaves, and began to move towards the side of the ship, where the bodies of the attackers floated aimlessly away from the vessel.

Xander stood, leaning on his bow, and spoke to an Altmer.
"Throw them into the sea. All of them. Make no effort to hide their appearances."