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. Dunvane, his men, and Jermina
sought vainly for cover.
Imkhian stood alone on the foredeck, clutching the
capstan and staring into the hellish tempest. His hair was
slicked down by the hot sea spray. His lips moved, though
no one could hear his words. He gazed up at the heavens, as
though praying.
Norry prodded Dunvane. The captain shielded his face
from the droplets as his gaze followed the first mate's
pointing arm.
Great piles of wreckage whirled on the sea's surface -
fragments of gilded roofs and plastered walls, furniture,
corpses, uprooted trees. The wreckage spun about in the
blood-tinged water, then vanished into a gigantic whirlpool
in the ocean. Dunvane knew then they were doomed.
Smoke rose from the funnel, and lightning flashed in the
skies above. "This is the force that has drawn us on since
yesterday morning," Dunvane said.
One sailor shrieked a warning. A gigantic bronze statue
was coming up fast on the starboard beam.
Dunvane grabbed the person nearest him - it happened
to be Jermina - and held on. The hurtling statue smashed
into the ship.
The SUNCHASER heeled halfway over, burying its port
rail in the blood-red sea. A sailor somersaulted over the rail
into the water and was swept away by the current. The ship
shuddered like a wounded beast, its timbers groaning as it
slowly righted itself partway. It was impaled on the
wreckage, and sinking by the bow.
The colossal statue - seared by fire, melted and
misshapen - lay across the foredeck
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