Chapter 48
The mercenaries were cleaning up their own mess and were on their way out when the two new boats arrived. They were white with blue crosses on them. Like the karonden, I recognized them from stories, but I had never seen them in real life. To passersby, people who were not water shifters, they looked like some sort of a mercy ship. To those of us from the water, we knew that they were the Ocean Tribunal.
Without saying a word, octopi sprang from the water and grabbed the mercenaries and the dead bodies. I was amazed at their ability to distinguish which of the people were mercenaries, but they were spot on. The mercenaries were brought to one ship, the dead to another. The screaming of the mercenaries was enough to make my skin crawl. I guessed how they would be treated. Water shifters had no tolerance for those who harmed others for only financial gain.