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Naultan's Fury The thunderous smashing of Black Trident's hull and the screams of its crew could be heard above the roar of the howling wind. Glamga Pune clung to Pagan Horn's mizzenmast, grasping his silver medallion and praying. From above, the lookout's yells confirmed his suspicions that Black Trident was sinking beneath the waves. Pagan Horn's captain was near him, fighting with the ship's wheel and shouting to the men in the rigging. The Admiral also stood on the sterncastle, but he was silent. Well he should be, too, for it was his own foolishness that had brought the wrath of Naultan upon them. Pune ran his fingers across the lightning bolt and cresting wave symbol emblazed upon the medallion, and remembered when the Admiral had ordered Patriarch Motorn to summon foul weather. The clear night would betray the ships to the forts of Rundi, he had said, while clouds would cloak their approach. Motorn had agreed with the Admiral, and prayed diligently to Naultan for a summer rain. But when his prayers had gone unanswered, in his anger the Admiral had keelhauled the Patriarch. And still, the fleet had sailed on. The night had begun warm and serene, and Glamga Pune had taken care not to speak to the admiral, lest he share the greater priest's fate. But near midnight, clouds began to hide the moon and the waters of the gulf became increasingly violent. Still the Admiral would not turn back. But as they neared the shore, a typhoon came upon them quickly. Never before had Glamga Pune witnessed a gale of such incredible ferocity. Fighting against the storm, the ships tried to escape, but one by one, they floundered and collided into the reefs. Of the original nine ships, only Pagan Horn and Red Coral still survived. Better to have taken the clear night than to incur a storm of Naultan's fury.