The water guzzled in his lungs as fought to expel it from his body. A hacking cough wracked the drenched boy as he vomited up what could have been a cup or so of ocean water. The refreshing sea air chilled his throat as he drew in a few desperate breaths, and it was only after a few long second of motionlessness that he dared to look up from the sands he'd crawled up from.
Night had fallen over Cerak At'thul, though Carter had no idea as to what time it was particularly. The pirate town was alight with dozens of tiny fires from lamps and open shops, but its orange glow was dwarfed by a far larger source of illumination. A great galleon had been engulfed by a raging inferno in the middle of the bay. The dazed youth struggled about and fell on his backside, his blue eyes hazy as he watched the monstrous ship slip quietly beneath the waves.
Memory slowly found its way back to the forefront of his mind as its mast disappeared into the blackness of the sea. That boat had been his father's, and the men aboard his crew. He doubted many of them had escaped the inferno, if any at all.
"Welcome to your new life," the ghastly whisper of Gorranth's voice hissed in Carter's own mind. The youth's brow furrowed.
"I don't see you." He mumbled with quiet confusion.
"You will when I want you to. We are bound now boy, but you are not my sole charge. I will speak to you again at a later date - I want to see if you can survive without my assistance."
Carter parted his lips to disagree, but something told him the specter would just ignore him. Tired and disheartened, the youth rose to his feet, and began slowly trudging through the drenched sand. He needed to get home, get his gear, and then -...
"I have no idea what to do," Carter admitted to himself as he stumbled toward the distant bay town.
Night had fallen over Cerak At'thul, though Carter had no idea as to what time it was particularly. The pirate town was alight with dozens of tiny fires from lamps and open shops, but its orange glow was dwarfed by a far larger source of illumination. A great galleon had been engulfed by a raging inferno in the middle of the bay. The dazed youth struggled about and fell on his backside, his blue eyes hazy as he watched the monstrous ship slip quietly beneath the waves.
Memory slowly found its way back to the forefront of his mind as its mast disappeared into the blackness of the sea. That boat had been his father's, and the men aboard his crew. He doubted many of them had escaped the inferno, if any at all.
"Welcome to your new life," the ghastly whisper of Gorranth's voice hissed in Carter's own mind. The youth's brow furrowed.
"I don't see you." He mumbled with quiet confusion.
"You will when I want you to. We are bound now boy, but you are not my sole charge. I will speak to you again at a later date - I want to see if you can survive without my assistance."
Carter parted his lips to disagree, but something told him the specter would just ignore him. Tired and disheartened, the youth rose to his feet, and began slowly trudging through the drenched sand. He needed to get home, get his gear, and then -...
"I have no idea what to do," Carter admitted to himself as he stumbled toward the distant bay town.