"T--twenty of us." said Kersinta, now shivering from what looked like both the chill and the shock. "But there will be more. Some of them....stayed behind to gather more. They were led by a man in black armour who did not feel heat or cold, and spoke....like something<em>dry</em>. There were--there were people. Living people. But we came to the island....and there were ghosts. Many of them were mindless monsters. But something....guided them. Told them to hold us until it was ready. Set a trap."<br/><br/>Her hands began to tremble. "The Sea Lord was meant to protect us from them!"<br/><br/>The bosun grimaced, looking to the horizon. "Bad enough we're in a shadowland after dark, but you want to go save some folk who should have known better? You know they'll be dead and eaten by now?"