Fatal Shore – Day 18

The first thing Haghen remembered was the sound of the bell. It came from above deck. Someone was frantically ringing it. That’s what woke him. He had been asleep in his hammock, like the rest of the crew who weren’t on duty.

A voice shouted down the stairs. “Reef! Come on you bastards. Move, move, move!” Around Haghen, everyone rushed out of their beds and clambered up on deck. Without thinking he followed. He wasn’t fully awake and was still trying to piece together what was happening. The deck was a hive of activity, men climbing ropes, others on the yardarm pulling in sail in an attempt to slow the ship.

A fine mist hung over the water. For a moment he thought that it had all been a drill. Haghen could barely see the water, let alone spot a reef. The mist parted for a brief moment and that was when Haghen saw it. Directly ahead of the ship a wave appeared out of nowhere, growing taller and heavier, sucking all the water out from underneath it, showing the reef hidden under the surface. The water exploded against the reef with a thunderous crash.

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