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a flash of lightning banish the darkness, revealing the violent surface of the ebony. See in the white sales of the approaching galley. They on couldn't believe his eyes. This ship was chasing him into a squall of it. Neither of them was likely to survive. These hunters were determined. A glowing haze sprang up from the galley. Burning arrows take cover, fans screamed. Shelter was too far away. He wouldn't make it cringed, hoping you wouldn't get hit. Falling streaks of light left behind. Scattered flames. One of the crewmen screamed. His leg was pinned to the deck. His pants were on fire. They and snatched a passing crewman by the shirt, dragging him to a stop. I want every man on deck. But captain will. They'll be sending the hooks over next, have them in line the railing and make ready to cut their ropes. Things shoved in towards the rear cabin where the rest of the crew was hiding. A mountain of water loomed beside his ship, drawing closer. They embraced against the railing. The vessel tilted as the wave lifted it up and up until the whole ship was close to tipping over water struck him roaring as it knocked his legs out from under him. Amidst the tumbling crates, the falling lines and the flashes of lightning, there was a single point of calm. One of his passengers stood on the deck, perfectly still oblivious to the streaks of lightning raining down around him. The cries of the wounded didn't seem to touch this man, nor did it appear to bother him that they would soon find a grave at the bottom of the sea. This is your doing, fans screamed at him. You got us into this, scanned. The first mate came to stay inside. They're after the child. They have no reason to kill us if we put up a white flag, the stop shooting. When they board, we can hand over the child and and flinched, grasping a stomach, blood gushing out from between his fingers. The passenger was still motionless. His face was blank, as if nothing had happened. But a slender blade was drenched in blood. Fan was not shocked by the speed of the attack. This man was one of the shield. If the legends were true, this was the least of what he could dio. The ship started to tilt. The captain caught hold of the railing just in time to keep from being swept away. When he opened his eyes, the Shield warrior was unmoved, as if the fury of the sea could not touch him. His dark eyes were still locked on fans and was gone, taken by the sea. You killed him just because the tip of the steel blade was suddenly resting against a in throat. I will kill anyone who suggests we abandon the child. You know what he is? You know what is at stake. Your life doesn't matter. My life doesn't matter. The child must live grappling Hooks pummeled the deck, then snapped back, catching on the railing, the hooks, your false The hooks then called his men, but their efforts proved futile.