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The sea-witch spat into the bowl of gull feet and toad blood. Her gnarled fingers beckoned to the captain.
“Tell me what you seek,” her voice slithered through the air.
“Riches!” he bellowed, irritated at her stalling tactics. “Hidden treasures of the sea and land. I already told ye this, hag!”
She sneered at him over the plate, a grotesque grin splitting her face.
“You cannot rush the spell, Captain! The words must be spoken at the correct time, or all the work is for nothing.” Fetid lips pulled away from rotting teeth in a mockery of a smile, “And you’ll still owe me for my time.”
The captain scowled, hand resting on the hilt of his cutlass in a mute threat.
Stirring the spit and blood with an old white bone, she peered into the contents.
“Yes… Yes. I see a way for you to have what you seek.”
“Speak the answer then and let me be rid of you!”
“There is an island,” she began, leaning over the table between them. “A secret island where a siren lives. She lures unsuspecting sailors to her den and snatches their gold and jewels for herself! I have been shown the way to this island,” she cackled, pushing the bowl towards him as if he could read the portents. “But there is great danger! No man yet has been able to resist her charms.”
She leered at him, extending her rag-covered bony arm out, palm open. Continue reading →