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>Mermaid’s blessing used!
>Stranger shades re-roll used!
>Progress 49/49!
>EXTENDED TRACKING COMPLETED!
You might have promised her that you would not spurn such affections, but man was not a fish and speaking as such was impossible under water, instead a wistful stare was all you could spare, blood was in your mouth and your manhood made you feel alive, you would get the axe and be done with this task, you swam onwards towards the deep again, as you swam you could see shadows at the corner of your eyes, they danced or prowled just out of true sight existing merely as shadows, a few just barely held human shapes that filled you with alien dread as much as elation at the thought of the girl.
The ruins of the graveyard appeared quicker than expected, despite your tryst, desperate ascent and surfacing it appeared you had not been carried as far as you might have feared, the monstrous ship even awaited you like some fat lord at the hight table overlooking his dead knights feast, you picked your way over the charnel pit of ships and bones, avoiding the gaze of several monstrously ghoulish shark’s that you would have stumbled on expect for a strange high note sound that sent them scattering like cats and set your eardrums to throbbing and pulse quickening.
Over evil Eels thick as masts lazily at nest and crabs the size of shields you picked, scurried and swam in the shadow of the colossal ship, every living thing you saw seemed a carrion bird or rat that had picked this place long clean, it was ghoulish and unwholesome a place that made you feel as uneasy as if this place was a grave waiting for you, eventually you came to the bass of the great ship once more, it occurred to you that despite it’s lordly position in this place, the ship was largely clear of preying carrion and strewn corpses a thing that either boded you ill or good fortune.
You ascended the hull ready to search the hull of this monster, the deck was strewn with skeletons in rusted and rotten armour, feathered with half decayed arrows, you thought the old talk true for a moment as you swam the length of the deck, that your grandsire had been slain with half a hundred arrows upon the deck and fretted that the Valyrian steel had rusted with the rest of the steel here and all had been to nought, you clenched your teeth as you surveyed the ship above a shattered hole, it was enough to make you want to scream at the prospect, instead you lashed out comically in the water, your arm leaden in the water, then you stopped as something below you glimmered strangely in the shadow.
Your pulse quickened and you descended into the shadow of the shattered maw of the ship, it was as gloomy as when you had fled save for thing fingers of light from other breaches that honeycombed the ship, you passed old skeletons armour and unarmored in tattered rags as if some last bloody stand had been made in the bowls of this ship and at its centre sat a figure like no other.
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