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.Perspiration burst out on his body from his efforts, and it made the night chill ghosting across the ship's decks even more harsh.A flurry of furious clangs sounded across the deck and the river, held in close by the overhanging trees.Breezerunner listed again, starting to come broadside into the river current.If it did, Jherek knew the ship could be lost from control forever until they ended up smashing somewhere.Redoubling his efforts, Jherek concentrated on his foe, fighting the other man's skill as well as the effects of the fever.Everything from the waist up was a target.The young sailor allowed himself no foul blows, fighting his battle fairly and with honor.He tried a slash of his own every fifth blow, turning aside the pirate's frenzied attacks.His forearm and shoulder ached with the effort, then gradually warmed, responding better.He stepped up his own pace, cutting now once for every three parries.He circled the deck, staying in close to his opponent, forcing the man to keep his blows short and not use his strength.When the man tried for the young sailor's head, Jherek dropped to the deck.His senses reeled enough that he had to catch himself on his empty hand.He brought the cutlass around in a sideward slash under the man's elbow that cleaved into his ribs.The pirate yelled hoarsely, gazing down at the cutlass buried in his side.Blood spilled down his waist.Jherek locked eyes with the man, both of them knowing the mortal blow had been struck.The young sailor stepped back and pulled his cutlass free, feeling ribs grate along the sword.Holding his blade before him, he circled around the dying pirate who struggled to stay on his feet."By all the pirate's blood in me, and all the blood of my forefathers before me," the pirate croaked in a hoarse voice, "I curse you to never know peace, to never know a time when death isn't lurking at your door."A chill fear raced down Jherek's back as he moved to the stern and captured the tiller.As a seafaring man, the young sailor knew to give credence to a pirate's curses.Still, it wasn't as frightening as it might have been.He already wore his father's tattoo on his arm."You're too late," he told the pirate."I was cursed at birth by a man much more powerful than you."With a howl of rage, the blood loss already weakening him, the pirate rushed at Jherek and swung his blade.Jherek hauled on the rudder, trying to pull Breezerunner back to true.The ship fought him, rising and falling like a wild animal.He held the rudder in the crook of his left arm so he could put all his weight into the effort.He parried with the cutlass, standing his ground as the pirate rushed into him.The pirate's weight slammed Jherek back into the railing, knocking the wind from his lungs.The man clamped his free hand around the young sailor's throat and forced him back over the railing."Die!" the pirate screamed, drawing his blade back.Moonlight shimmered along the length of the sword as he raised it high and readied himself to bring it down.Shifting, Jherek shoved his sword arm under the man's grip, hooking him solidly in a wrestling hold.He swept the man's legs from him with a foot, twisting at the same time to lever the pirate over the railing.The man fell with a great splash into the River Chionthar.The dark water, trimmed in whitecaps trailing after Breeze-runner, sucked the man down."Cut the damn ship hard to starboard," Captain Tynnel roared."Cut her now!"Turning back, Jherek watched as the rough and rocky riverbank on the port side came up fast on Breezerunner's prow.Branches from the overhanging trees clawed at the rigging.Rope shrieked with the pressure, then parted with loud snaps as a cacophony of breaking branches accompanied the sounds.Limbs and leaves showered the cargo ship's deck, while other branches ripped through the sailcloth.Jherek dropped his cutlass and grabbed the rudder in both arms, aware of the two pirates streaking up the starboard steps leading to the stern castle.The young sailor set himself, pulling at the rudder with all his strength, getting his back against the railing.The ship, the current, and the wind all fought him, and Breezerunner twisted violently like a live thing.She crested the current, then listed wildly on the other side, throwing everyone on deck from their feet.Hanging on fiercely, Jherek manhandled the rudder, keeping it in the river by standing up with it.Grudgingly, Breezerunner's prow came starboard, away from the river-bank.Branches and leaves continued hitting the deck, and sections of sailcloth came spilling down.A lantern slid from the mainmast and smashed against the deck, igniting a pool of fire that whirled up in blue and yellow flames
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