In book two of the Torrent Skies Saga, Katerin continues to find adventure she didn't ask for, and the answers she finds only offer her more questions to answer.
Itrea is on the brink of peril, but Katerin's dreams are growing restless, a dark voic...
Katerin awoke to a clamoring above deck. She donned her armor and weapons swiftly, listening the whole time for any screaming or sounds of cannon fire. They would call her paranoid, but she called it alert. Despite the lack of sound to prove her worries of imminent danger, she rushed from the room and up the ladder.
The dwarven crew around her was a blur of motion, and before she could hail one to ask what in the hells was happening Magrum had grabbed her elbow and was pulling her right along with him as he walked. He bellowed out one more order, and turned to her with a scowl.
"Whats going on?" she asked.
"There's a ship a few miles out," Magurm said.
She glanced at the hasty crew. "Any chance it's just a merchant ship?"
It isn't anything good, Brazen told her, as he worked on tightening ropes not far from her. They're all too nervous.
"Not out here." Magrum said, he watched a sail slacken, and turned around to yell at his helmsman.
Brazen sent her his memories. They were large ships. All taller then the Mynyrri and all showing ash colored sails slashed with crimson. "What is it?" She asked.
"Nothing good."
"The sails are ash and Crimson," she said. "Does that help?"
"Not really, girl." Magrum's face paled, and he leaned back as if resisting the urge to step away. "We're running to an island not far from here. We'll circle around it and hope they don't follow."
"We can't fight them?" Katerin looked to the weapons bolted to the deck with one eyebrow raised.
"I don't fancy losing battles," Magrum said, shaking his head. "They're trappers."
"Fishermen?" Katerin said, still groggy and confused by her entire morning so far.
"Trappers," Magrum repeated. "They don't trap fish. They trap people."
"Wonderful," she said, wiping a hand across her eyes.
"It's the opposite."
She held up a hand, watching his nervous expression "What would you have me do?"
"Go find your druid friend. We need more wind. Moki is tired, trying to keep us ahead of them. This change of direction is going to tax her too much."
"Of course, captain." Katerin nodded and patted him on the shoulder as she stepped away.
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Jon wiped the sweat from his face, and tried to focus. His vision wavered and blurred. His stomach was in knots. The pain burning down his shoulder and back felt like sticky fire in his blood. Arjiah's scales shimmered softly and blurred in the candle light, creating patterns in his vision.
