Footsteps ran toward the port side of the ship. A strange, low hiss mixed with the shouts of men.
Tork got up. He crossed the room and pulled his pack and cloak from the trunk. “Grab your packs and follow me.”
The main deck was chaos. The captain ordered Grigol and Masozi to set up harpoons and cast nets. Men ran to and fro, shouting and pointing, and pulling large nets and harpoons from storage.
“It’s a whale!” someone yelled.
“It’s not a whale!” Gevin cried from the crows’ nest.
A huge gray head rose out of the water a hundred feet from the port side. This was not the head of a whale. It looked like a snake but had a rounder face. A long gray-green body stretched behind the monster, curving up and over the waves some thirty feet further.
Tork turned to the captain. “It’s an afanc, you fool. Leave the harpoons and trim the sails. Get as much distance from the creature as possible!” A low hiss came from the beast as it slowly swam in circles beside the ship. The captain stood transfixed by the monster and its circular wake.
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