“Too damn fucking long...” Pirate gasped, standing at the assistance of Ethan, nursing a painful stitch in his side. Hector was bent double, resting on his knees, “The Red Dragon is gone...”
“Destroyed” Pirate chimed in.
“Guther’s Crew.... Wearbeasts.... all of them...” Hector continued still panting as he drew out a flask, and took a long drink before handing the flask over to Pirate.
“Captain couldn’t handle that many, the ship had been overrun... A whole crew of werebeasts of every type... we didn’t stand a fucking chance” Hector looked furious, accepting his flask off of Pirate he continued, “They took the Captain, Mistress Jocelyn, young Captain Warren, and Kathrin.... The bastards emptied the stores, there was nothing left, and then set the Red Dragon Alight...”
“Someone else had to know...” Pirate explained, “We were on the shore, the two of us couldn’t have done anything.... it was a butchery...” His fists were clasped tightly, like he believed he should have swam to the ship to be slaughtered with the fellows he called friend.
Amber had gone pale, her hand finding Garath’s, she was at a loss for words.