TTR 3: Corpse Rigging
Scotty: Drim. Calvin: Brooke. Grandaunt Ngeng will not wed! Middle Month of Summer. Day 2, end of afternoon watch. HEX B . . . The explorers see a war galley, marked with Lord Manishi Zaq's red wave emblem. Fifty feet away. The sun setting, casting the stream in purple silhouette as the tide lowers, approaching night. Twenty-one soldiers, strung and tied by their intestines like paper dolls, hang from the rigging of the war galley. Drim knows this to be the artistry of Krun. "Fuck that," says Jubilo, as he jumps overboard and swims for the nearby crowded woods. He slams his handshot pistol on the skiff seat to preserve it, leaving the weapon behind. Callan follows after Jubilo: "Aye aye, master!" Brooke wakes up, fully rested. Brooke and Drim cautiously approach the galley. It's perched against a large flat stone, seemingly abandoned. The only noise the drip, drip, drip of the soldiers hanging above. Their feet nearly brush against heads. As Drim rows t...