A STORM IS COMING SIRIN RANG. IT SOUNDED LIKE A MIX OF A POLICE SIRIN AND A HURRICAN SIRIN.
ALL OFTHE MEN WERE SCRAMBLING TO PREPARE THE SHIP FOR RAPIDS. I HEAR A WHOOSHING SOUND AND LOOK BEHIND ME. MAN I HATE THE OCEAN. I USE THE HOOK BLADE I GOT IN ITALY TO HOLD ON BUT I WAS TO LATE I WAS OVERBOARD, BUT THE BEST PART IS THAT NO-ONE SAW ME BE WASHED OUT IN TO THE OCEAN....
I WOKE UP ON SHORE BACK IN ITALY. OW... A CRAB IS ON MY LEG. I LOST MY STUFF ALL I HAVE KNOW IS WHATS ON MY PERSONA KNOW HOW AM I GONNA GET HOME.
DORIAN IS THAT YOU?
(A MYSTERIES VOICE SAID TO ME I THINK IT WAS TO I MEAN I AM A DORIAN.)
UH WHO ARE YOU
(MAN WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE A TEMPLAR.)
I SHOVE HIM AND RAN.
AUTHORS NOTE* WELL THATS THE END OF PART THREE HOPE YOU HAVE LIKE THIS BOOK SO FAR SORRY FOR TTHE LATE UPLOADS IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESSTIONS COMMENT THEM PLZ.
