Re: Part 62b - Seahorse
"Shouldn't be monsters in these waters." Rovane chips in, overhearing some of the conversation, "If the truth be told, I was sirprised to see the dolphin, wherever it's gone to now. They're not so common at this time of year."
"If any o' ye want to try the water, we can drop a rope over the side for ye. But I'd say ye shouldn't do it just now. D'ye see that crag, there, off the port bow?" she indicates an obsidian spire, jutting up from the ocean a couple of miles ahead. Rising perhaps eighty feet, but no more than twenty feet wide at its base, it glitters in the afternoon sun, razor-edged and cruel as a needle, like a huge knife thrust up from the waves.
"It's called Tooth Rock, but not 'cause of the way it looks. The waters at its foot are home to sharks. Lots of the bastards. As we get closer, some'll swim over to see who we are, follow a bit, and then go back home."
"Some captains let their men feed the things, or throw stuff at 'em. Not me. I don't see any sense in encouraging 'em, or annoying 'em."
Seahorse moves closer to the monolith, and sure enough, fins start to appear in the water, and great, grey shapes, moving beneath the surface.
Something else too... floating wreckage...