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Six-Finger didn't look back as the sailor's body sunk below the
waves.
It wasn't long after I picked up the oars and began to row that I
saw wreckage floating nearby from the dead sailor's ship. Cracked
and broken pieces of wood were strewn about the water. And then
I saw a plaque that must have been part of the ship's bow. In the
fading light I read the words, THE PERECHON. And then the
plaque tumbled away on a wave and disappeared.
Was it a big ship? Had a great many sailors died? I would
never know. To me, it was just another ship that would never see
land again, just another crew of sailors who would never see the
sun again, just another shipload of souls who would never go
home again . . . like me.
It seemed like every passing day took me farther away from
my home. And now I was in a little boat, far away from land,
somewhere out in the darkness of the Blood Sea in the dead of
night. Worse than that, I was sailing with an old fisherman who
actually thought he could catch a creature that existed only in the
mind of man.
I'm not cruel by nature, but I thought I'd have some sport with
Six-Finger. While I rowed, I asked, "What does this Blood Sea
Monster look like?"
"I don't know," the old man replied. "No one has ever seen the
creature and lived."
"Then how do you know it exists?" I smirked.
"It does," he insisted. "I'm sure of it. Though no one has ever seen
it directly, there are stories-hundreds of stories-about the great
Blood Sea Monster
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