Fiction & Narrative

Captured by the Dreadsails

An Account by Sailor Lerisa Bruhl The wind blew northerly when we left port. An auspicious sign I knew better than to believe. Woe upon me and my cursed fate. If this account survives, it outlives me and my sorry hide. Should it not be taken by the sea—as I will surely be—know that you

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