There’s nothing quite like a well placed boot, Captain Zankoris always said.
Orion Weathertop, first mate of The Sea Bitch, collared young
Sibi's middle shook with another quiet laugh.
"It is what it is. It hasn't earned a true name."
Serril nodded at that.
"And one day, that task will fall to you..."
The nights were steadily growing shorter, but still cast their pall early on. Everyone
A Fateful Voyage
“Right. Renark,” the half-orc said, nodding in response to the first mate's keen gaze. He glanced at the ship behind Orion, her weathered hull bearing
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