Bab 502: The Crimson Tempest's Fall

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The moment he landed on the deck with the trembling crew members he had rescued from certain drowning, the hull split in a cacophony of broken wood in the middle.

Dark water splashed like a furious beast reclaiming its territory against an invader and engulfed the once proud pirate ship.

As it pulled the heavy mast into its abyssal belly, he broke the dreary sounds with a forceful command.

"Give up on the ship and rush to the barque!"

Simultaneously, he gripped a sail, shredded it, and charged at Flintwaters.

Despite the man's livid face and haunting mumbles about his ship's destruction, he urgently dragged him by the shoulder into the barque.

"Get your shit together! We don't know what we'll encounter or how far we are from the Tide Caller's city. I know the Crimson Tempest had a special place in your heart, but we don't have time to mourn it."