![]() ![]() The hidden desire to plunder, to make coin. ![]() A merchant ship it was not, but the call to coin was loud enough to hide her secrets well. She had lied to her grandda, a final sin to seal her fate. I was real to crew of the Harakk and its captain who is now sealed under the face of Hsariik Head. To savor the salt air and the wind in her hair, restlessness personified.Ī fool. And she thought it the ramblings of an old man, when she was about to set foot upon the deck of the merchant ship leaving from Danwstar, hand on the hilt of her blade, hearing the laugh of the sea birds, bidding her to the sea. ![]() ![]() "Be scared, for they are real", he had warned. Stupid stories her grandda told her by the warm hearth of their seaside home, the smell of horker stew heavy. Clawed hands outstretched, reaching for her. The glowing form, like sea foam in the lightning's light. All the stories of my youth, of Yngol and the Sea Ghosts, I should have believed them, she thought dully as she helplessly bobbed in the stormy water, watching it approach through half closed eyes. ![]()
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