Beatrice pivots on the balls of her feet. Sun Shepherd swings beneath her. She adjusts her center of gravity against the violent motion. The Nightmare plows toward them. Its mechanical squid-form dwarfing swells as it leaps over churning, hill-sized waves. Each impact of its enormous body on the storm-swept water sending out a blast like thunder. Black, metallic skin roars with flames, tentacles flail the swells. It oozes oil, burns with fire, spills towers of smoke skyward. The sea around it — a burning, black and roiling froth.
Disaster. Heading straight for them. Finn grips the helm. His knuckles showing white. Sun Shepherd slams through another twenty foot wave, crashes down into the trough in a curtain of spray. Finn wrestles the helm, Beatrice pivots to keep balance. With remarkable agility for something so large, the vessel turns. Spray flies in a fan out from its direction of spin. The next wave rises up as Shepherd turns broadside to it, then races down the trough as Finn guns the electric engine. Rooster tails of spray shoot behind them. Sun Shepherd accelerates. The trough between waves is smoother. They race forward. Unobstructed by the towering wall of water that steadily rises to Sun Shepherd’s port side.
“Do it now Sadie!” Beatrice shouts.
Sadie slams a hand down onto the deck. “Praesidia!“ she incants, drawing deep from her stored curse energy. Light ripples out through the deck, takes in the ship. A hazy nimbus grows to envelop Sun Shepherd. It covers her from bow to stern. From the top of her bridge to her keel. A shield of magical force projecting about five feet out from Sun Shepherd and covering her completely. The shield dampens the force of any waves coming through it. Water within the shield grows placid. Sun Shepherd‘s hull plows through a narrow lens of water smooth as glass. All around, the angry sea churns.
The next wave approaches. Sun Shepherd tilts. The wall of water steepens. Praesidia can’t flatten the larger waves. But its becalmed area near Shepherd helps to keep her from rolling. The twenty foot wave tips them up. Finn angles the bow into the wave, cutting diagonally along its face. They pass the wave top. Shepherd corkscrews, flies off the wave top, lands with a smoosh! then takes a gut-wrenching sideways slide down the wave’s back. Shepherd skips. Spray flies high. The vessel reels back and forth even as Praesdia dampens the storm’s violence. Finn keeps the throttle wide open. At last, they are again shooting down a magically smoothed trough. Their respite only lasts a few seconds before the next wave starts to tip them sideways again.
“Whew!” Mori cheers, then glances back and left toward the pursuing Nightmare.
Beatrice gives him a tense grin. Sun Shepherd is crazy-quick and Finn’s got her gunned nearly to full throttle. Running between the swells and toward the lee of Wind Sun Isle, they’ve turned at a right angle away from the Nightmare. Like the waves, the monster’s rushing toward them broadside. It leaps through the air. Splashes down in an explosion of water, black oil, smoke and fire. Boom! Goes the sound of its great body slamming down. The Nightmare lets out a window-rattling shriek that drowns out the roaring ocean. Everyone except Beatrice, Finn, and Mori cover their ears against the shrill cry. The monster leaps again, rises tens of feet above the waves. Slams down. Boom! SSSHHHRRREEEE!!!
Its motion reminds Beatrice of a killer whale. The creature, however, is no whale. But an orca in the true sense. “Belonging to Orcus. Belonging to the Kingdom of the Dead.” A demon mash-up of giant squid and warped oil platform machinery. A Cthulhu-esque horror — belching smoke, oil, fire. As they race between the waves, it turns to pursue. Despite their speed, the demon gains. It grows in size. Soon, Beatrice can make out smaller shapes clinging to the creature. Too far away to see clearly. But Beatrice’s magically sensitive eyes instantly detect separate tell-tales of a Curse Rider and of Pride Eaters clinging to the Nightmare.
The storm seems to pause. The rain slackens, draws back like a curtain. Steadily, Beatrice can see further. The ragged waves grow more jagged without the rain. Their roiling white tops — like glacial mountain tips beneath the glooming sky. Out ahead, a shadow clustered in flickering lights begins to take shape. Wind Sun Isle. Rock breakwaters. Tall and majestic white towers with wind turbine blades locked against the storm wind’s force. Row after row of solar panels — their reflective surfaces dark now beneath cloud and deepening dusk. Spray flies from the breakwater to their front where Beatrice can see an opening. A channel cutting into the man-made isle forming a sheltering bay. Within that channel is another glistening, solar-panel covered shape. It looks just like Sun Shepherd. Beatrice points.
“There! What’s that?”
Finn squints through the storm. “Bright Spark or Ray Wind! One of Sun Shepherd’s sister ships! Impossible to tell which at this distance! They’re coming out to help us. Crazy bastards!”
Beatrice closes her eyes, shifts her sight through omnis scientia. The magical sensor projects her vision across the waves. The letters Bright Spark stand out on the approaching vessel’s bow as it pierces a roller, then runs out into the angry North Sea.
“Bright Spark!” Beatrice replies. “About five miles away!” Spinning the sensor, her enhanced sight returns to the Nightmare just in time to see it breach, fly through the air, then plunge beneath the ocean surface. Waters light up with a red glow as it passes below the waves. Running straight toward them, tentacles tucking together, a form the size of an undersea sky scraper and moving at terrifying velocity. The waves to either side of it hollow out like a canyon as it displaces an extraordinary volume of water. In front, a fifty foot high bow wave builds. Trailing behind — a mile long and hundred foot wide path of smoke and fire. “The Nightmare! It’s two miles off and coming in quick!”
Finn responds by giving Sun Shepherd full power. They speed up, running away from the Nightmare. Toward Bright Spark. Toward Wind-Sun Isle. The sickening cork-screw motion of the vessel only broken by brief periods of going airborne over the wave tops followed by pounding slams. After about a minute and a half of this frantic flight, even nimble Beatrice’s feet feel bruised from the constant pounding. Her legs and knees aching from the strain.
The Nightmare grows in size. Its fires spread wide behind, casting flickering light and shadows across Sun Shepherd, tainting the waves red. Waves begin to look like mountains of blood. Bright Spark is coursing through a V of spray just two miles ahead.
“What are they thinking? How could they possibly help us?” Beatrice whispers as she watches Spark’s valiant progress.
Sadie seems to hear. Her only response — a half smile and a knowing nod.
Another surprise Sadie’s set up? How could she know? How could she plan for this?
Less than a mile away, the Nightmare breaches. Its massive form rises into the air. Its tentacles spread wide. For a moment, it hangs in the air. Tentacles point. Flames across it flicker out as they are sucked inside. The dark, metallic body pulses red. One-by-one, fires light up on tentacle tips. From these fires, ten beams shoot out — two for the longer arms, eight for the tentacles. They angle in toward a space in front of the Nightmare’s wedge-shaped head, fuse together. A ball of intense red light grows in front of the Nightmare. It expands. Then pulses. A single, lava-like beam bursts forth. WWWOOOOMMM!!! The beam blasts out, ten feet wide, toward Sun Shepherd. The entire storm afire in its Hellish glow.
“Clypeus!” Beatrice shouts, throwing up a shield in front of Sun Shepherd.
“Clypeus!” Mori incants as he adds his own protective energy.
The shields form overlapping white caps across Sadie’s hazy Praesidia barrier on Sun Shepherd’s port side.
Glenda and Sadie brace. Franz tucks into a protective ball. Ivan, seeming entranced, lifts a hand toward the black and red light. “Sssshhhiiiitttt!” Karl cries out as the molten flood of Nightmare energy opens like an evil sun on their left. It vaporizes a hundred feet of wave-section rising toward them, carving a deep furrow through the waters as it envelopes Sun Shepherd. The extreme burst of energy melts through Mori’s shield in an instant. Beatrice’s barrier sheds some of the beam’s force before weakening. Red holes open through its white substance — consuming it in moments. Sadie’s Praesidia takes the remainder, breaking the larger beam into a ten smaller ones. Shards of red light cleave in all directions. Some fragments of the blast shoot through. One, deflected aft, rips a long seam in Sun Shepherd’s port side along the waterline and near the engines. The vessel groans and leans far to the right, then slams down into the hole made by the blast. Walls of sea close around them as Shepherd is covered. Again, Beatrice sees blue water through the bridge windows. Completely submerged. With a loud roar, water begins to pour into Shepherd’s lower decks through the blast hole.
After releasing its great blast, the Nightmare slams back down onto the sea surface with an immense BBBOOOOMMMM!!! that vibrates Sun Shepherd from bow to stern. Its red light spills through the water as it resumes its predatory plunge.
Glenda opens her eyes. “We’re sinking!” She shouts.
“Not yet!” Finn replies as he flicks a series of switches on the helm console.
Beatrice shoots him a questioning glance.
“Electronic hatches! I just shut all the doors on the starboard side!” The vessel groans, comes to rights. Then, ponderously like a weighted cork, pushes up to the surface. Water runs away from the bridge windows, sheds from its beleaguered deck. “Franz! Karl! Down below! I want you to check on flooding and ensure the seals are holding!”
Franz and Karl unstrap, run to a hatch, then scramble down into the lower decks. Sun Shepherd sways, sitting low in the water, and yet makes headway against the raging seas. One electric drive still dutifully pushing the vessel onward. The other drive is silent — knocked out by the Nightmare’s devastating strike. To their left, the monster looms. Its massive, burning nose plowing through a wave four sets back. Its great tentacles, each nearly as wide as Sun Shepherd, flail like a swarm of burning tornadoes. Fires rage across it, in the water around it — casting flickering shadows throughout the bridge.
“Fuck!” Mori exclaims.
“It’s coming. Make ready.” Beatrice says. Her voice sounds far calmer than she feels. The vessel, moving slower now, sitting lower in the water, seems oddly quiet. With one smooth motion, she draws her rapier. The marks containing stored curses running down its blade flash in the growing red light. One is dim. Three remain. The vessel, now struggling in the water after the hit, wallows as a wave crashes over its deck. Less than a mile off, Bright Spark leaps over a wave top, slams down into a trough. Beatrice feels a ridiculous urge to laugh at its confident advance toward them. Compared to the Nightmare, it is puny. Toy-like. I hope they’ve got some kind of surprise ready. I’m about out.
Beatrice turns toward the Nightmare. From its skin, five forms leap into the air. They arise in flame. Spread clawed hands wide. Each hand — the shape of a spider. Storm winds and smoke swirl around them, bear them aloft. Their hollow gaze casts down upon Sun Shepherd as their lanky forms descend. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! They slam in staccato bursts onto the deck. Metal buckles, solar panels shatter from the impact. They rise up. Fire and black smoke licks from their bodies. They open their hands, each finger tipped in a two foot long claw like a knife. Five pairs of hollow eyes gaze upon the bridge. All stare straight at Ivan.
Ivan is standing. His harness unbuckled. His own beady eyes meet with their hollow ones. Beatrice can see the flare of diabolical magic burning beneath his clothes. His wound — the one the Pride Eater gave him at Furze Bank — is lighting up in the demons’ presence. His spirit, already selfish, cynical, corrupt gives little resistance. Beatrice watches the dark magic spring out of the wound to grasp him like a claw.
“Mori!” Beatrice shouts. He’s already in motion. He stands, presses the red button on his case. His magical firearm unfolds, seeming to leap into his hands.
Glenda reaches a hand out to her father. She sees the Pride Eaters. Everyone sees them. All but Franz and Karl who’re still below. Tears run down Glenda’s face. “Father! No. Don’t. You’re not for them. You’re a person. You should be!”
Ivan shrinks in a shudder of pain. But he does not turn. He does not acknowledge his daughter. He does not see her. He is a man wholly possessed by the Pride Eaters. He takes another step toward the monsters.
“Hells to the no!” Mori shouts. With one quick motion he chambers a Macto round, then leaps to stand between Ivan and the Pride Eaters.
Beatrice crouches, ready to spring.
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