“Let’s go.” Tresilian led the way as they headed back up to the main deck.
At a loud shriek, both men froze, and Tresilian held up his hand. From behind his lover, Midnight pressed close to Tresilian’s back. That cry didn’t come from outside. Its sound echoed insidethe ship
Tresilian held a finger to his lips as he looked over his shoulder at Midnight who nodded. When they moved forward again, it was on the balls of their feet, both poised to defend or attack as needed.
Reaching the ladder to go up a floor, Tresilian continued to lead the way. When he was halfway up, Midnight was ready to follow when he heard something behind him and turned, sword raised and ready.
The creature he faced may at one time have been one of Tsillah’s merfolk, or something completely different, but it was unlike any being Midnight had ever seen.