The Revenant was eaten by the storm.
Waves piled high on the deck, soaking the crew as they tried to right the ship.
The wind roared out like a mad animal, rending rigging and whipping masts. Clang, thunder boomed overhead as a powerful lightning split the sky, the gods wrath.
Dorian gripped his steering wheel chin is up. "Hold the line! Break through, or we die!"
Ronan leaned into the mast, heaving rigging. "Captain, storm's a mind of its's own This ain't natural!
And Elias was following behind, water pouring from his face. We have to drop anchor
"No Way!" Dorian barked. "We weather the waves!"
But then, the ship lurched. An unearthly cry rang out from under them. The hull groaned.
Below deck. Something had happened
As a crewman stumbled up the ladder eyes wild with fear. "CAPTAIN! Watchdog is sabatoging the ship!!! The rudder is frozen!"
His hold on her tightened. Sabotaged. The storm was nothing; this wasn't a storm. Somebody was waiting for this moment.
He glanced at Elias. An infinitely too late, just enough Elias could make Dorian's gut tighten on the slightest fraction of a second.
"Not me," Elias said before Dorian could even ask.
My lie -- taken the answer before it was asked forHonesty has its uses but a poor liar's biggest mistake is to deny before being charged
But Dorian didn't get the chance to push him. They are now starting to sink.
"Haul away!"
Revenant screamed as the beast was slammed at jagged rocks. The choice had been taken out of their hands, made by the storm; they were never sailing to the Isle of Echoes. It had been pulled.
CRASH.
The ship hit the beach and we were all thrown forward. Wood splintered. Sails tore. The Revenant made one more grunting noise before going silent.
Silence followed.
And then, I heard the breeze.
Almost inaudible with the absence of dead air. It moved under Dorian's skin like icy hands.
His breath caught. And I assured at least one other person heard it.
The rainfall ended. The wind was gone.
Dorian found his feet, but the world blurred. The crew groaning, forced upwards. The Revenant was smoking but could still make a decent killing.
Then he glanced past the rubble.
Mist slinking down dark sands. We were staring at the Isle of Echoes.
The air was dead. No birds, no leaves rustling. An ear-piercing, smothering silence.
For the location you can take from the dead. A place more than any man could ever leave unscathed. And in that goddamned jungle somewhere, the first clue to the total treasure lurked.
Dorian said, his cutlass gripped.
"Being there, it looks like"