| The werefolk had piled back onto the ship after relaxing at the small
isle called Aseph's Finger. A few more hours sail found themselves at Malagua
Island and the pirate's base.
La Isla de Malagua--as it was known in one of the tongues of the land. It shown from the sea as an oasis of rock and sand and palm. It was but one island in the Bokh'ainer Archipelago; an island chain dominated by blood thirsty bandits, corsairs and buccaneers (or atleast it had been a short time ago). Now the werefolk were standing, paws on wood, the wood of a well-built pier...and forward lay the houses and sheds, the fences and corrals, the closets, stocks and latrines of the now-deceased pirate brigands. Yet not all was peace and quiet. "Hey," Alicia said. "I think I see somebody moving out there! It looks like a few humans. They don't look like they are in the best of shape, though." Fred and the others, curious as to what was up, went to investigate. They approached the first fence of the little compound. There is a cannon at the ready, but no human to use it. The movement Alicia saw is now seen by all: one form not more, human it seems, dragging itself towards them, towards the pier. The group stood, frozen by the aweful sight. Bodies strewn across beaches had been one thing, but a man still clinging to life was another. "Shouldn't we put him out of his misery?" asked a fox. Then the dying man spoke and the concept of misery took on a more forceful tone. "Ruuuuun," he said, the word grating itself from out of his throat. "The moon....is gone....gone is the....sun." "What is he talking about?" asked a cat. "Gone....is....life," he continued. "Blood burns....to....fierce. The sea is....our....only......hope. Ruuuuuuun......wolves be......here." The man stopped speaking and his auburn eyes glazed over. He was dead. The group slowly approached, trying to understand what he meant by his arcane words. They slowly approached, wondering if they truly were immune to this sickness. They slowly approached, hoping they would not find any more pirates alive. They split up and began to search the immediate area of the base; no reason for any of the children to stumble upon any of the dying. As Fred was returning to the pier, satisfied that no other pirate was left, he heard Vanya scream out: "By all that is holy!!!" What she had stumbled upon chilled their blood. Vanya's sharp fingers pointed to another body, one dressed in pirate clothes, one wearing human boots, one with a dark furred tail protruding from his blood-stained breeches. Whatever had occurred here, however it had happened, all was suspect, nothing was clear. A werewolf was dead, a wolf not of the Pack; a werewolf was dead, a wolf in human clothing; a werewolf was dead, and the god's only knew how he had gotten to Malagua Island and if *he* had been carrying the dread-sickness. Go Back
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