Monday, February 11
Madness in Freeport - Part 3: A Swift-Moving Current
The tunnel beyond the cave entrance was narrow and damp. Water dripped from the ceiling, and the sound of the surf echoed all around them.
“Nice of Baldric to let us borrow his boat,” said Vlad.
Beldin held on for dear life as they entered the partially submerged tunnel. Kham held the rudder while Vlad rowed. Ilmarė stood at the prow.
“Yeah,” said Kham. “Well, Baldric’s got his eyes on the Captain’s Council. The more Councilors we eliminate, the more likely he’ll have a shot at getting elected to one of the open slots.”
After traveling a short distance, the sound of rushing water became deafening as their boat began to move quickly in a swift current.
“Hold on!” shouted Kham.
The tunnel wound to the left and then back the right as the boat careened wildly down into darkness. The rowboat slammed hard into a rock in the water. The boat jerked sideways.
There was a SPLOOSH!
“Beldin?” asked Kham from the back.
Beldin blinked and looked over the edge. “That wasn’t me.”
Ilmarė’s could be heard further down the tunnel. “Kham, you are the worst sailor ever.” [MORE]
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