Man of War – Excerpt No. 280

Marc’s eyes opened wide and was greeted by darkness. He tried to roll out of the way, but could not fight against the force that held him down.

“Don’t scream…” a ghostly voice said.

Without waiting for acknowledgement, the ethereal force released him from its demonic grip. Marc gasped, the cool evening air tasted like heaven even at low tide. Given enough time for him to catch his breath, his opinion was sure to change.

Image at low tide. Setting and clothing appropriate for the 16th century Venice.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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