Rayth had thought that this was the first wave. The disposable sailors that had joined or been press-ganged into service with the pirates. It was hard to imagine preparing the crew to repel borders again, but at least they would have had a rest.
Instead he saw a cadre of leaders reassembling...
It was the sound that brought bile to the back of his throat. He'd seen death. He'd seen corpses bloated and bobbing on the waves. Flesh split an puss oozing.
There was something worse about seeing a living person blown out from the inside in a flash of magic.
Tactically, the chaos was...
His sword caught the air. The loud hiss was only effective in forcing two of the pirates to back away. Against armour, a warhammer or battle axe were more effective. No one boarded a ship in anything beyond a little padding. A sword was agile and it's light blade would cut through unarmored skin...
They weren't ready for this. Stepped back from the hull of the shape made space for the boarding parties. The golem had bought them time but now it was gone.
"Fight! Fight!" Rayth shouted.
The aft of the ship was slightly raised and defensible, but they couldn't abandon the whole deck yet...
Rayth remained silent. They couldn't match the battle hardened crew heading their way in battle lust. He had been on the other side of this encounter. He knew that out there were some veterans of the sea, bulked out with frightened young men. The cries and horns helped to calm their nerves.
He...
"Here they come."
It was just a few words, but it set the hairs on the back or his neck standing on end. For every minute they had waited, Rayth had started to think that they might turn away.
There was always a roll of the dice, but a good gambler tried to weigh the conditions in their...
"Oh you'd be surprised what a pleasant smile can achieve," Rayth replied.
He offered a grin, but his eyes narrowed. The woman seemed out of place, but then he remembered where they were headed.
The leaders of Cerak At'Thul were a strange and diverse group. They were also exceedingly...
"A bit of both!" Rayth laughed.
The young man was an experienced sailor. He was also painfully honest. Several people had draw swords, but he kept his sheathed. They were a few minutes before the possibility of boarding and arrows would be exchanged before anyone tried to lash the ships...
Still regather his breath, Rayth turned in the pool to watch her walk away. A moment of appreciation before he drew himself to his feet.
He could stay in water for a long time, but the heat was getting too much. Rayth waded into the deeper water just to rinse the sweat from his shoulders and...
Rayth dragged his fingertips through damp hair. He followed the arch of her spine and let out a soft sigh.
"I missed you too."
They had started to grow comfortable, to think that they had left their pursuit behind. This time, even with her father's promises, he wouldn't stop looking over his...
If they had been still, the warm water would have shielded him from the chill air. Instead there was now a prickly warmth spreading across his skin. His skin was slippery with sweat where she rested her hands on his shoulders.
"I hope..." he quietly sighed before interrupting himself by...
It was a very difficult question. She turned slowly, deliberately. Artistry in motion. It was an unfair question. How could he possibly choose?
Rayth placed both of his hands on her shoulders. Gentle and slow, they traced down the graceful contours of her form, followed every step by his gaze...
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