Dark Water
But it was enough to make the engraved dagger, lying on a ragged rock, glimmer menacingly.
"I know the words..." Blake whispered. "He speaks to me. Good job, too. I ain't book smart, and I don't know these strange languages. But I hope you all have strong stomachs. This ritual is gruesome, but," he gave a cold smile, his eyes glowing as if embers burned behind them. "It'll be enjoyable. Just to stab the Captain in the back will be worth the blood."
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