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1098 AD; Tunis, Muwahid Caliphate.
Anabelle woke suddenly as the ship began to roll heavily like it was caught in some violent gale. Strangely, the sky had shown no signs of a storm earlier in the day when she had been above decks. Looking about the darkened hold she could see a few of her fellow soldiers start awake as well. Young Rexford was already and sat leaning over a bucket with his back to the rest of them, his thin frame shook as he vomited violently. She looked away from the scene as Manwys, the old Welshman who was their commander got up to check on the youth.
Suddenly a scream came from above decks roused the remains of the other soldiers trying to find their way home from the great crusade. Manwys looked up confusion evident upon his grizzled face as he hurried the men awake saying something about pirates. They were still in the Mediterranean and many raiders plied the waters, both Christian and Muslim. The others shook off the sleep and grabbed up their weapons while the ship continued to violently roll. One of the men spat between his feet before muttering out.
"Oi, what the hell there ain't no bloody pirates attacking us. Not in this storm at least what the 'ell are those bleeding sailors screaming about up there. More n' likely one of em fell overboard."
Almost as if in answer to the man's questioning a loud crack was heard and the ship shook as though something had come crashing down on it. The sound was followed by a sudden stillness of the ship as if some monstrous creature held it in place, followed by more screams from multiple sailors.
Anabelle woke suddenly as the ship began to roll heavily like it was caught in some violent gale. Strangely, the sky had shown no signs of a storm earlier in the day when she had been above decks. Looking about the darkened hold she could see a few of her fellow soldiers start awake as well. Young Rexford was already and sat leaning over a bucket with his back to the rest of them, his thin frame shook as he vomited violently. She looked away from the scene as Manwys, the old Welshman who was their commander got up to check on the youth.
Suddenly a scream came from above decks roused the remains of the other soldiers trying to find their way home from the great crusade. Manwys looked up confusion evident upon his grizzled face as he hurried the men awake saying something about pirates. They were still in the Mediterranean and many raiders plied the waters, both Christian and Muslim. The others shook off the sleep and grabbed up their weapons while the ship continued to violently roll. One of the men spat between his feet before muttering out.
"Oi, what the hell there ain't no bloody pirates attacking us. Not in this storm at least what the 'ell are those bleeding sailors screaming about up there. More n' likely one of em fell overboard."
Almost as if in answer to the man's questioning a loud crack was heard and the ship shook as though something had come crashing down on it. The sound was followed by a sudden stillness of the ship as if some monstrous creature held it in place, followed by more screams from multiple sailors.
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