1 The Seawolf lay across the golden sand like a slain behemoth. Wounds from the Tide Razor's spikes gaped from her stern. The keel rumbled while a dozen freshly-cut logs rolled underneath. Exhausted from hours of work and fighting and being tossed on a bitter sea, the crew moaned as one while the ship slid into place behind a wall of black rock. Every sailor was strapped to a tightly-wound harness. Suddenly the ropes seemed to jerk back against the struggling limbs, halting the line in place. The moans turned to pitiful, unorclike wailing. 2 Muradin's eyes gaped. “Ethan! What are you thinking?” 3 4