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Landry’s eyes shot open and a garbled cry escaped his lips. The light in his hand shot out of his weakened grip and swam away to cower in a far corner. Landry thrashed about as a wicked, warped smile appeared on the ghost’s face. Our companion’s own features paled as his whole body tensed and jerked about.
He was dying. The ghost was stopping his heart.
“Stop it!” I pleaded as I squirmed in the hold of the tendrils. “Leave him alone!”
My hands began to glow and a soft warmth enveloped my body. The baby inside me squirmed, as if in eagerness for the sustenance my light gave him. Through the light I could see the pirate stumble back, freeing Landry of his torture. The shadows around us retreated and the ones that held me shivered, but kept their grip. The sea king lifted his
