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WHOOSH! THUD!
With a mighty thud, the anchor of the Midnight's Tragedy struck the seabed, firmly anchoring the beautiful warship to the shore.
"We've made it, men!" Malim announced to his crew as he jumped down from the deck of the warship, down to the sandy beach they had docked at.
Orders were yelled, and men and women ran across the deck. Before long, the various other ships that could claim a space on the beach had anchored themselves, while those that were unable to claim a space for themselves remained in the sea, while sending boats to deliver the soldiers to the beach.
Swish!
The waves close to shore turned a little violent before dozens of men and women emerged from the water. The looks of these people varied widely, but if there was one thing that they had in common, it would be that they were Merfolk!