A Tale of Triumph

The wind felt good on Odine’s face as he lay on the deck of the Seafoam’s Crest.  He watched as Lobo Tome, March, and Nerida valiantly fought against the rotten Succumbed who had boarded their ship.  The Rot Walker that had torn open his body lay dead next to him, but he knew he would not survive much longer.  Then he heard the roaring boom of the cannon that they had fastened to the Crest and a cheer went up from the fighters.  He never saw it happen, but the splintering groan of planks, the distant secondary explosions, and unmistakable sounds of collapse told him that their Daisy, their Cavern Glider gunner, had hit the final support structure of the Rotten Flotilla which was now sinking into the sea. They had won.  If nothing else, his sacrifice was worth that much.  Besides, he’d be breaking out of his death chrysalis in a few hours none the worse for wear ... .right?