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Gorax had sent his ship along the coast, he had sent out his helpers and would not be stopped of his quest. Maybe this was a test, and maybe it was not.
Luckly he was not on the ship, The Crimson Tide it was called. Sailing this ship was a monitor by the name of Deathgrip and they were almost to the old slave dock, but one thing could prevent a victory.
The Thunder Holt, it was not very large just 50 sea otters, among the 50 were about 8-9 dibbuns, one being the Skipper of the holt's lovely daughter Belle.
Belle liked to collect the smooth rocks and shells, make necklaces and sell them in Halyard, Halyard was only a couple day walk down the shore after all.
But unknown to her danger was close, it was near, and she shouldn't of waited so late in the eve.
"I am sure we will find her Skip, not ta worry bout Belle"
But the Skipper had his eyes set to the sea.."We have company and maybe bad company at that Pipkin"
Pipkin frowned and quickly went to warn the holt, to alert them, they had a bonfire going as they were having a Feast, the birth of a new otter cub to the Skipper's brother Chip.
Suddenly flameing arrows hit the tables, gasps were heard and otters that could fight went to meet the stream of rats,lizards and weasels from the ship.
The fight went on for 3 hours, otters lay dead as did some of the ships crew but one otter stood his ground before a doorway to a locked cabin.."Your..get to..them over...over my dead body" It was the Skipper of the Thunder Holt.
The monitor in charge kneel down and friend "Wish..."He snaped his fingers as an arrow suddenly struck the otter in the chest, in his heart...he died almost instantly "Granted." He opened the door and entered to see an old otter maid and beside her 9 shivering very scared otter cubs.
"Welcome to slavery....your now Gorax's...take them to the ship"
They were led onto the ship, "Welcome to the Crimson Tide, we have one more stop before you go to your new home"
When Morning came....the once Thunder Holt....was no more. The holt was destroyed, any signs of what happen hidden by the crew of the Crimson Tide...any otter and crew beast placed in the dens they used, caved in and the hut was burnt down, a couple tents ripped and...any supplies...taken.
The Crimson Tide.....was collecting slaves.
I play:
Oz- Badger-young adult-Wanderer
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Cool
Well now we have a ship name ...and a creepy one..Mistclaw will of course know its name.
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Oh shnap, that was spooky
This is getting so exciting!!!
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