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.No matter how many times he scrubbed at his forehead with his arm, the perspiration still trickled down into his eyes and along the bridge of his nose, tickling him as it went.The hot stench of the pitch in the bucket in front of him did little to improve his mood, and he finally shoved it away from himself in disgust and sat back, squinting from the glare of the scorching sun bouncing off the water of the bay of Thordentor Island.What breeze blew in did little to disturb its glimmering surface, nordid it offer much relief from the muggy heat of the day."Oh, the sea," he grumbled to himself sarcastically."A life of adventure in the good queen's navy, that's for me," he spat, not really caring if anyone else heard him.He scrubbed his hands absently across the knees of his pants, trying unsuccessfully to wipe away the blobs of half-dried pitch that made his palms sticky.He knew without looking in a reflecting glass that there was pitch on his face, in his hair, and certainly on his clothes.Merrick turned his eyes back toward the water, to the Star.He stared longingly at the magnificent vessel several piers over, dreaming of sailing aboard her someday.Star of Tethyr, named for the newly crowned monarch herself, was fresh out of dry-dock and hadn't even taken her maiden voyage yet.At nearly fifty -paces along her keel and a beam of fifteen paces, she was the largest the queen's navy had ever built.Her four masts stood proudly straight, but her crisp, white sails had yet to be unfurled.Atop the highest mast, Merrick spotted the Tethyrian standard, two green sea lions bearing a golden star, fluttering lazily.A few carpenters moved about her, finishing their work and readying her for the sea.She would make a fine flagship in the queen's growing navy."Merrick!" roared a voice behind the youth, making him jump."The blessed queen doesn't pay you good silver to sit and stare at the water all day, boy!""N-no, Cap'n," Merrick answered guiltily, grabbing for the pitch bucket and brush without turning to face Captain Hoke."Finish up with that skiff, then report to Gullah.There's cargo to unload.""Aye, Cap'n," Merrick responded glumly, shiveringdespite the warmth.Gullah, Lancer's first mate, had taken a disliking to Merrick the very first day they met, and the bulbous-eyed, beak-nosed man's mood had not improved in the two months since.Merrick took one last peek at the Star and imagined what it would feel like to stand in the very bow, leaning into the head wind, as the magnificent ship cut through the swells of the open sea.Thinking of the fresh breeze on his face only reminded Merrick of how hot and muggy it was.The queen can keep her silver, the youth thought, if I never have to look at another bucket of pitch again.A shout arose from behind him.It was followed quickly by another, and Merrick heard "Sound the alarm!" and "Attack!" as the commotion quickly reached a crescendo.Merrick looked up and saw a couple of sailors pointing into the bay, but from where he was standing, Lancer blocked his view.A dozen or so others were scrambling madly about the decks or in the rigging, unfurling sails and pulling on halyards.The entire quay was a mass of confusion.Merrick heard men and women shouting, and there were screams, too.People were running everywhere, from sailors to laborers to soldiers, all scurrying or just dashing madly past him.What in creation is going on? he thought, still watching the sailors climbing above him.Captain Hoke was yelling, "Keep them out of the bloody rigging!" when Merrick finally saw one.A lithe, green-scaled creature that stood like a man but was obviously built for the sea came tumbling over the side of Lancer's gunwale, landing with a wet splat at Mer-rick's feet, a javelin protruding through both its chest and back.A wide death grin was spread across its face, showing too many razor-sharp teeth.It was covered in fins with sharp spines, and the hands that still clutched at the wooden shaft of the javelin were webbed.A cold, salty odor wafted from the creature, as of the deep sea, but what made Merrick gasp were the unblinking, soulless eyes that were all silver and pupil-less.Cold, dead eyes that stared at nothing sent a shiver down his spine."Damnation, Merrick!" yelled Hoke from overhead."Quit standing there like a tart on her favorite corner and move, boy! Release those bloody lines and get up here!"Merrick blinked, forcing himself to tear free of the death gaze of the creature, and lurched forward to loosen the rope entwined around the bollards.As it came free hi his hands, he saw that the gangway was already being pulled up by a pair of sailors.The frigate began inching slowly away from the pier as the sweeps dipped into the water.Two more of the creatures appeared suddenly on the quay, not ten paces from Merrick.They had shot up out of the water like quarrels fired from a crossbow, dropping to their feet smoothly, water cascading down their glistening, scaly skin.Each held a dangerous-looking trident and was crouched, scanning for prey.When they spotted Merrick, they turned and made for him, their webbed feet slapping wetly on the stones.Desperately, Merrick shouted for help as he drew up the slack in the coarse mooring line and leaped up, swinging out over the water and bracing his feet against the hull of the frigate.He grunted as he slammed against Lancer's side and slipped downward a few feet, feeling the rough hemp of the line chaffing his hands raw.Pulling hand over fist as hard as hecould, he began climbing, dragging himself up and away from the vicious creatures.Two other sailors who had been hauling the mooring lines saw the danger behind him and launched javelins at the beasts.The two creatures easily avoided the missiles, but it was enough of a delay.Grabbing Merrick by an arm each, the sailors hauled him the rest of the way up.He scrambled over the gunwale and landed with a thud, his heart beating madly as nervous sweat drenched his back.Bloody sea devils, he thought.They're attacking in the middle of the bloody day!All around Merrick, Lancer's deck was a scene of frantic chaos.More of the sea devils-sahuagin as they called themselves-had boarded the ship, and sailors fought desperately against them.One of the beasts broke through, gutting a man with the fin along its arm and leaving him screaming, then made for the rigging and clambered up it easily, slicing ropes and sails to ribbons as it went."Damnation!" thundered Hoke."Keep them away from the bloody rigging! We're all sleeping with the fish if we can't get underway!"Someone fired a crossbow at the sahuagin and caught it squarely in the chest.It spasmed once then went limp, tumbling partially down until it was hung up in the ropes, fouling them further.Hoke had already turned and was running a wounded sea devil through with a spear by the time the one in the rigging stopped moving.Merrick gaped in awe at the savage battle being waged around him until a tough, leather-skinned sailor who was running by paused and grabbed him by his collar.IHt JHKtAl tfAJKt int"Move, lad!" the snaggle-toothed woman yelled in the youth's face, her breath stinking of fish."The bloody dragon turtles'll get us!"The sailor was gone.Merrick shuddered, remembering the tales sailors told as they gathered in the evenings in the lone taproom on the island, telling grisly stories of ships going down, their decks swarming with sea devils and their hulls punched full of holes from the fierce dragon turtles
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