Clearly hearing the roar of the Blood River's currents, the half-destroyed ship drew ever closer to that monstrous waterway. The red water churned like a sea of open veins, and each wave that struck the hull seemed to want to tear the ship apart.
The few survivors came out onto the deck. As they gazed upon the dismembered corpses of the ghouls, they shuddered with terror. The air was thick with decay and an unbearable stench; the planks were covered in blood and remains that still seemed to pulsate.
They didn't know what had happened there, but they sensed it deep in their guts.
"Damn it! How could I not have heard anything? Yes, we were downstairs!" said one, hugging himself, his shoulders shaking under the weight of fear.
"Thanks to Miss Audrey and the young people, we were saved from becoming corpses..." murmured another, who looked at Audrey with a mixture of admiration and fear. He still remembered the moment when she had taken command, and the memory made his skin crawl.
