Eventually he went under one of the bright sources. As judged by the odour of wood smoke, and cooked meat, he concluded this was the kitchen.
Marc slammed headfirst into a solid object. Before he let out a scream, he covered his mouth to muffle the sound, even as something viscous and hot ran over his fingers. That really hurt!
When the bleeding subsided, Marc prodded his nose, and while sensitive guessed it was not broken. He clenched his jaw in frustration, and probed the shadows ahead. He found the offending object, a solid steel rod.
Marc grabbed it, realising that it moved without resistance and pulled it out of the water. The object had a smooth shaft, originate handle, and something resembling a fleur-de-lis at the other end. A fireplace poker? Not something you’d expect to find down here. Unless…
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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