Chapter 4 - Part 11

Delegado grunted as the deck ceased movement. Through the blood running into his eyes he saw the captain slump over, and fall to the deck.

The half-orc pushed himself up on one arm, still gripping his sword handle. He smelled ozone. Trying to ignore what that might mean he wiped his forehead, gritting his teeth against the pain of his scalp wound.

Have to find a bandage, stop the flow so I can see, the half-orc thought. But he also wanted to get to his feet and find his bow. Whatever was attacking the ship, he didn’t want it to get to close. He said ‘he’ would take control of the ship again? Who is he? Delegado wondered. It was likely another fiend, a stowaway, a harpy that he had missed.

The ship boards started rippling again, and he fell on his stomach. Gripping the sword handle even more tightly, he saw that the entire deck was acting like the surface of the ocean.

At least it’s not attacking me, the half-orc thought. Still, he could not get to his feet. The rippling wood kept him from finding purchase.

Then he heard three things, each right after the other. Running feet – warforged feet, followed by ripping wood, which was then followed by a loud booming sound.

Following which the entire ship began to tilt.