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... s the decks, their celebrations of victory spoiled by the continued storm. The seas kept on heaving, and lines and sails needed tending. Felix had sent Pit winging off into the rain to check on the other ships, but so far they seemed untouched. The Fathom spawn had attacked their boat, and only their boat.
Why, though? Were they just hungry? Opportunists? Felix tapped his lips as the muck and bright blue ichor was swept from the deck. Pieces of the Draktopi were even still twitching, a m ...
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