Chapter 25: Dead WeightThe secondman Tolan stood at the railing of the lead airship, wind swirling around his face on the open-air deck. The other two airships followed in formation, cutting a triangle pattern over the sea. He had helped in the search for Brenddel. He was sorry that Brenddel had such an empty, pointless death. But that won't happen to me. He would be ready for the battles ahead.
He scanned the seascape for signs of Harlow's ship. His long spyglass worked over the horizon, scanning in a practiced pattern. He would find him. An hour later, he did. As they got closer, he could see the damage. Fire had obviously ravaged the vessel. The sails were gone, so were most of the riggings. Only the masts were visible rising from the deck, a charred hint of what they had been. Tolan w
