The Last Moments
This is surely my final entry
When we emerged from the tunnel, we believed the worst behind us. The coast was clear and no masts marked the horizon. The instant we left the cove, we were set upon from all sides. How in the Gods' did they beat us here from the gates?
Their grapples rake the wall behind me and I hear the first boots crash upon the deck above. The boatswai's screams are too horrible to endure. They are coming for me next. They are at the door. I am trapped. Gods forgive me, these unholy apparitions shall not count my life among their plunder. That prize shall be mine own.