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The sea heaved and rolled, disturbed from it's depths by some unseen horror that sought to bring Mist's Hope to the black, suffocating bottom. Superstition was given life within sea-born storms, and the crew of this particular tall ship were frightful of what creature they had provoked.

Aubrey Lewis was a sensible man from a sensible family, and granted they had their own superstitions, he felt himself to be above this bayman fantasy. He worked against the storm, unafraid, until he was tossed against the railing and observed the large golden eyes staring back at him from the depths.

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