Bajo and Arrick stood at the fore of the Willarog, watching the water break against the prow and curl out to the sides.
“You just don’t see creatures like that very often,” said Arrick, talking as he worked, using the downtime to reorganize his pack, re-deck the canvas in wax, and check his last eight…
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