The quarterdeck of the Nomad splintered from the concussion. Fire caught the timbers and spread through the back of the clipper with the speed of a racing centaur. On the dock, Macha screamed and called for aid, calling sailors on the docks and guards from the town with shouts of “Fire! Fire on the wharf!” Aboard the Nomad, sailors dove into the ocean, choosing the cold darkness of waves over the scorching heat of flame. Only one remained on the upper deck, his steely blue eyes flashing with impenetrable surety. Verahd raised his hands in the motions of magic, holding his staff high to summon wind. As flame trickled up the wrappings around his wrists, Verahd stood fast and directed the steadily rising gale, pressing it into service against the fire. Macha made it to the top of the gangplank, raising one hand to shield her eyes from the glare. “What are you doing? We have to get off the ship before the munitions catch fire!” “I’m not leaving my captain.” Verahd’s voice was barely audible above the inferno.
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