I miss the Friday snippets. I felt like putting one up.
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My main character and her crew are in for a nasty surprise.
The crew rushed to the rails, peering across the water to catch a glimpse.
Katya felt a rush of premonition. Dread weighted her muscles. She turned and sprinted for her spyglass. When she turned it to leeward, rear quarter, sails sprang to life in her vision. The sails were tattered--something no shipmaster worth his salt would ever allow. She searched the deck of the vessel under those sails, looking for any signs of life. There were none that she could see. The ship ran silent and dark. More important than that, she ran against the wind that filled the Dragon's sails.
She lowered the spyglass and squinted, then raised the glass again. Yes, she hadn't been mistaken. Dark clouds massed behind that ship. She turned. Rian, never far from her side, awaited orders.
"Bring her about and take in those sails!" Katya said. "Fetch the firearms!"