Technically, these are air pirates, from a novel that I really, really hope a certain editor likes and wants to pay me money for (and by "a certain editor," of course, I mean any of the editors my agent sends it to).
Hagai saw Kiro's ship through the spyglass. A rope was tied to the prow, and at the other end, just above the water, Fitch hung by his wrists.
Fitch squirmed, looking at his feet in terror. The ocean underneath him was dark as night, dancing higher than the water around it. Dark water. Fitch shouted something. They were too far away to hear, but Hagai felt sure he was calling for help.