A flash of lightning illuminated a scene of chaos. My crew
scuttled across the deck, some screaming as the arms of the ocean embraced
them. Others fought with the rigging, desperately trying to furl the sails. I
began to shout orders, but my voice was lost to the thunder and wind.
Then another voice sounded above the storm. "Vas Rel Por!"
A brilliant light showered the Ararat as a luminescent, azure portal rose from her deck. Sutek
stood before the mystical gate, his arms and staff outstretched, his white
robes shimmering like veins of crystal.
"May the Virtues enlighten me," Nosfentre said, his eyes
wide. "A moongate."
"The passengers!" Sutek commanded to a figure. In the
blaze of the moongate, I saw that the individual was Astarol. "See them to
safety!"
"I must help them," I said to Nosfentre, pulling away from
his grip. "Find Faulina and bring her to the gate. We must abandon the Ararat if we are to live!"
Nosfentre nodded and stumbled away, his figure soon lost
in the curtains of rain. I ran to where Astarol guided the terrified passengers
to the moongate. Those who were left of my crew abandoned their posts, slipping
as they scrambled for safety, for the ship now leaned to the port, as if a hand
steadily tipped her over. Nosfentre and Faulina arrived moments later, and they
too helped.
Most of the passengers and crew had disappeared through
the radiant gate when the ocean suddenly swelled off the starboard. A wave
higher than the walls of Trinsic rose from the maelstrom like an amorphous
beast.
"Quickly!" I screamed. "Through the gate!"
I saw Astarol dive for the portal. Nosfentre tried to
shove Faulina toward it, but the wave struck us all. My vision reeled as I was
thrown back. Tendrils of cold, foul seawater slithered down my throat, stung my
eyes, and flung me into a stack of barrels secured to the deck. I grabbed a
length of rope just as a second wave hit me. There was nothing I could do but
hold on as I toppled over the barrels and fell overboard.
The rope went taut. I slammed into the Ararat's hull, bounced away, and there I
hung, peering down into the heart of the maelstrom. Time seemed to still and
along with its slowing, an unsettling silence befell me. A few barrels,
surrounded by shimmering droplets of the sea, toppled from the deck and tumbled
end over end past raging walls of water, shrinking silently as they disappeared
into an inky void where the ocean and all reality dissolved.
And in that void, for just a moment, I thought I saw stars.
"Johne! Hold on!"
I looked up. Time and sound returned to normal. Nosfentre
was leaning over the edge of the ship, pulling on the rope. Above him roiled
the sky, thick with clouds, laced with lightning.
With the help of Faulina and Astarol, Nosfentre hoisted me
up by my belt. Even as I spilled onto the deck, I knew something was wrong, for
there was no light. "The moongate!" I cried. "Where is it?"
Nosfentre's grim expression was answer enough. He did not
need to point at Sutek's body, which lay unmoving among a tangle of riggings
and barrels.
Thunder roared. I had a brief glimpse of lightning
toppling the mainmast like a scythe scourging wheat. A few moments later, the
shrieks of splintered wood wailed from below us: The hull of the Ararat being torn apart. I heard
screams, mine and those of my companions, as the ship tilted. For one last
time, I looked into the maelstrom's black soul, then it reached up and
swallowed me.
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