The cook began to walk back over to me.
“Don’t worry” he said. “This heavenly being will exalt us. Let us prepare ourselves for its holy feast.”
As he walked closer the morning light glinted off the sea, and something caught my eye. The cook’s knife laid nearby.
He held his hand out to me. “We should accept the embrace of such a sacred creature.“
I began to smell the gunpower burning and knew the ship would blow up any second. I had to act fast. Reacting in those last moments, I…
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