Morwarid barely moved to the young man who shouted out and said, "Daren go to Marcus, both of you shall reach the land! The ship no longer can hang on take him to Erdimour with no scratch."
Daren the eighteen years old was trembling. He was aware of what the other side of those words meant. The beard death, "But, what about you Morwarid?"
She pushed him forth and roared, "Go get prepare now and mind your duty". Then she walked to the nose and watched down. She bristled, couldn't take her eyes off what was going on down there. Flames, flashes made underneath as daylight. Sea creatures were fighting. The bark of their battles would come out by each siege of waves.
"As I guessed the sea settlers are at war! What are these? Mermaids?" she murmured.
