Episode 4
Part Two
Captain Ulrik Svensgaard stood on a quiet beach and watched the glint of metal on water. He squinted, stroked his long blonde not-at-all-regulation ponytail, spat a salty wad on the rough red sand, and looked through his farspecs again.
"Three ships. I didn't even know Zakharov had three ships."
"Those aren't ships," returned his wiry first mate. "One is a tug, the other nothing better than a floating box. The third, though...there are people in armor there. It could have some firepower."
"Really?" He arched a brow. "We are all too busy eking out our survival on land to mount cannon on our ships, don't you think? Even Morgan knows nothing of our little experiment."
"Yeah, Morgan would not approve." His first mate narrowed her sea green eyes and looked out at the ship again. The two remained silent for a few moments, the whistle of the sea winds on them.
"They are coming from the Temple," she said finally. "But why by sea?"
"Too frightened to stray near Miriam's territories," returned Ulrik. "But maybe we can give them a new reason to feel afraid."
"I don't think so," she said flatly. "It is too early."
He ignored her and signaled to a group of men and women standing by a rock outcropping a hundred meters away. Several of them looked up. "They appear ready. None of us are here to waste time."
"To strike too early would be a disaster," she said, low and angry.
"They are sitting ducks," said Ulrik. "But I will grant you this...we'll wait until night falls. With the Churn and the darkness, they won't know what hit them."
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