Storms and Ratlines
In the old days, the goddess of storms and drowned dead lured men into her net and then pulled them down under the surface.
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Hank woke with a start. The grey morning light was spilling in through the window, and he hurried to get up. He and Elazar had taken turns getting up to watch the fire.
The ship swayed a little and Hank stumbled. How the f**k did Steel do this with only one leg? He dragged himself out on deck, really needing to go, and was met by a grinning Captain by the steering wheel. His black hair was pulled in different directions by the wind.
“Slept well?”
“I would have if there hadn’t been someone snoring next to me.” He hadn’t been snoring.
“Humph, the nerve. I’ll put you to work, seaman.”
Hank chuckled and neared the railing. The
