[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

The attack was not unexpected, but the silence that preceded it was. The forces of the ship had little time to react when the gaunts descended, bearing their silken assassins. The sailors fired their hand crossbows to little effect against the faceless winged monstrosities. They were at once cut down by the dervishes. The Tritons charged the dervishes, attemptint to defend the scribe’s cabin, managing to fend them off, and make a space for a scribe with one of his albatrosses to reach a dinghy. Three of the tritons were plucked away by gaunts as they pressed forward, and three more were cut down, the dervishes dancing around the blades of the glaives of the merfolk.
 
 That left three men and one albatross in the dinghy, each of them cut in some fashion. Even the scribe was sporting a long gash in his arm, yet he still strove to pen his letter. The gaunts were coming, and as the Tritons prepared to battle their foes, the scribe clutched an amulet that hung around his neck, and his blood burned as he slipped the letter into the pack of the albatross. The bird began to fade into the night, and as the sounds of feathered wings could be heard, no bird was seen. The scribe fell forward after that, into the water as a dervish and gaunts descended on the tritons, who were loathe to retreat.

By daylight, all that was left was an empty ship with bloodied planks.