The wind quietly crashed on the rocks infront of Salamandastron. Almost everybody in Salamandastron didn't here it. Barkstripe, the Badger Lord of Salamandastron, was the exception. He couldn't sleep. The spirits of his ancestors were moving through him, trying to warn him of coming danger. Barkstripe had had this feeling before, and he knew a great war was coming to Salamandastron. He also knew it was his duty to protect the shores, and more importantly the peaceful people of Redwall Abbey. He woke up his Sargeant. Barkstripe didn't even have to explain to the valient hare what was wrong. They had been friends for a long time, and the hare kenw exactly what was wrong. The Sargeant pulled out his sword and walked out onto the beach with Lord Barkstripe.
OOC. We need a vermin pirate to slowly come in with his ship…..