“Mermaid, ho,” came the call from Slaughter Fish’s crow. “Starboard, six points! Mermaid!”
Butcher stood at the helm and used his spyglass to search for what his watch had seen. A woman in Kraken black walked on the water. Butcher felt his testicles ascended and his bowels clinch. Cousin without Haven was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen. “She looks likes the World Destroyer,” he said.
“Say again, Captain?” the helmsman asked.
“Vermit,” Butcher called.
The little man scuttled to the helm.
“Aye, Captain.”
“Make the rounds. Tell everyone: Death is coming for a visit. No insult will be tolerated.”
“Aye, Captain.”
“Helmsman. Six points starboard.”
“Aye. Aye.”
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