“Then why would they leave one man alive? One man to pilot a ship across the dark waters? There was something else that had attacked that ship. I departed the ship and headed inside the hall to speak with the wounded man. When I entered my servants were attending to him. He lay flat on his back with his arms outstretched in the air shaking. He mumbled something over and over again. I instructed my slaves to get me some mead so I could ease his pain. I stood over the man, gripping his b****y hand. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, and then suddenly he stopped.”
“He died?” I asked.
“No, he blinked several times and turned to look at me. What first looked like relief quickly turned to utter fear and panic. The man screamed several times, throwing his hands out in front of him. I attempte
