nd low swept the ocean, and soft blew the winds,
The Sea Foam slowly did through glass-smooth ocean far roam, With hardly a creek from the halyards, the blocks did hardly moan. In sweltering heat, all took shelter on deck under canvas sheets, To catch what breeze they could and to spare the sweltering heat. Wrapped in his cloak of bright colours, Morlock his magic called on to eases the dolor, And he summoned great blasts of wind, fair enough to make a small ship roll o'er, And in these fits and starts, the Sea Foam the waters its bow did part. Even the dolphins had gone deep in the sea, to find ease in the Sun's lee. Thus it continued until the orb of fire set blaze to the waters as it died. Up by the tiller, Anna was drinking hot rum in the dark chill to fill her, Off to the larboard, something caught her mind's eye, For it seemed something below surface seemed stealthy to row... And quietly too she the arose the crew, and weapons they drew. With a dozen hollow thuds, harpoons into the hull sank as if into mud!
Twangs all around, told of crossbows by sound, and bolts over the ship did abound. With liquid cries from under huge, dark black eyes, came a deafening deluge, And with ropes attached to the harpoons, they clambered up right soon. Sahuaghin, sea devils, that's what they were, fish mouthed and hungry, But they met with furious folk raging angry! With a screaming howl, Bear with a claymore his foe disemboweled! The stroke slashing through one's middle, and stroke of anothers hand, As with it's crossbow reloaded and fiddled. Swinging a bucket of oil off the ship's side, Anna threw in a torch, And in flames more foes writhed! With a halberd to clear free the lines, Fizz grinned as his cleaver-blade dined, On those who were staring to climb, and fingerless they fell back and whined. Up high in the air, invisible by magic thanks to an eye hair, Morlock pulled magic from it's unfathomed lair, And four burning meteors fell from the air! Blasting the water with a mighty crash as flesh sizzled, and then parboiled and was griddled, As boiling waters sea devils numbers were whittled. Another unseen by mystical might, Silverblade called on his might, Thus on their number cast a magical slight. Some swam in terrified flight, Others set on their brothers with all of their might, while others merely stared lost in trance sight. As some up the stern did climb, Chandra called out a rhyme, and lightning from her finger flashed in a line! First caught burst at the waist, his entrails splashed on others' face, but even more died as power raced, As into the ocean it graced, where it smote those around like blows from a mace. But yet more of the sahuaghin did appear! Was there no end to those from whom the water now reared? Straining with the weight, the huge warrior of far lands, called by kinfolk the Final Rhino, Picked up a spare halyard, and threw it into the climbers, thereby smiting half their deathblows. As some sea folks strode onto the boards, with a cry Sir Tarot hewed into them an inroad, His knightly armour being oft used as a hammer, to knock some off the side who had daggers. His love Lady Lanfear, her broadsword whittled by his helmeted ear, To kill those who would trap him in sailor's netting gear. The elderly soldier called Valor, of battle had long lost his ardour, but his canny wiles made him all the badder, As his spear he did thrust through stomach and bladder, the bodies he used to trip others and them make madder. Whistling silver sword, Zeth-Xelar the elven kensai, his foes left in pieces as he strode through them,
Like a blurring, elegant, deadly caravanserai. Up high in the crow's nest, with a bow strung by silk from a giant's vest, The elven lady called in human Not Me!!??, did arrows perfectly fly, thanks to her dark seeing eye. But from way up there, she could spy on a ship suddenly nearby! Blades gory lashing, spells brightly flashing, claws flesh wet and tearing, pain agonized unbearing, They fought and havoc rapidly wrought, no quarter was sought. While Silverblade by magic and spear-staff a circle did clear, he threw a scroll to Morlock high in the rear. With a merry chuckle, he held fast and his powers did unbuckle, and to the heavens he called out, And to THIS PLACE THE STORM DID SUCKLE! WITH BOILING CLOUDS GTHERED IN CIRCLE, LIKE A GOD'S ANGRY KNUCKLE, WITH MIGHT, THUNDEROUS, UNBELIEVABLE! Winds hollowed from the East, with a power to shiver sea priest, AND DOWN CAME THE LIGHTNING! With a thrust of his finger, the Morlock his enemies did boil their very livers! AND THE VERY SEA DID IN RAGE QUIVER! And the sahuaghin did die in agony a quiver. What few did remain, left with a croaking refrain, but many left the ship with bloodstain, As the heroes sent them to Death, who eagerly for them came. Then as the friends gathered again, Not Me!!?? as she saw something not in her ken, A flight of flying lizardmen!!!......
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