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"Speak up, then, and don't delay," said the old man harshly,
leaning close to hear the Bela Fish's words.
"The beast you seek is close by, near the center of the Blood
Sea, where a ship was sucked into the whirlpool's maelstrom. You
see, it's the monster's ever-swinging tail that causes the whirlpool,
and it's the steam that rises from its body that causes the raging
storm that never leaves the center of the sea."
I shuddered, remembering the body and the wooden plaque
with the name. THE PERECHON.
The old man grunted with satisfaction. The Bela Fish's words
had not frightened Six-Finger Fiske the way they had frightened
me. Finally, after all these years, his revenge was at hand.
In fulfillment of his bargain, the old man threw the Bela Fish
overboard. Then Six-Finger feverishly took the oars in hand and
began rowing toward the deadly center of the Blood Sea. But even
as Six-Finger rowed, the Bela Fish swam up close beside the boat
and warned, "You're making a mistake. Turn away! Don't go!"
When the old man ignored the fish, the creature turned toward
me and cried, "You were kind to me. I want to help you. Listen to
what I say, and jump overboard. Save yourself!"
The sea elves are cousins of my people, but that didn't mean that I
could swim like a fish. We were miles from shore and the thought
of jumping into the middle of the Blood Sea seemed akin to taking
my own life
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