BY SOME PROFANE MIRACLE, CAPTAIN Percival van Tuane was found hale and hearty in the aftermath of the strange ocean blast. How the goldenhaired lick of a man, and a sunling faerie at that survived the watery apocalypse confounded Eotigan. But his old friend he remembered was a spry man, and at a time before all the confusion and death both of them had endured, in the clandestine halls of the Corynthian Academy for Witches, the boy prince Percival of House Imperia had been quite the fighter.
So however surprising, Eotigan found it not too strange that in his days of piracy, Percival was yet a worthy contender—even in the face of a wrathful stormfront.
