![]() Rumours of it floated round every dockside tavern, traded and sold and - worst of all - believed. Older than any record in the Kingdom, the sea-wall was a legend. It was immense, nearly three times the height of the masthead, and behind it the northern lords had flourished, protected from Islander raids and the storms of winter. The sea-wall was a giant breakwater of basalt - black, slick, and featureless - that lay across a gap in the cliffs, closing off access to the shallow bay and the estuary beyond it. No-one sailed this close to the sea-wall, not unless they wanted their ship dashed to pieces, funnelled in by currents that ran treacherously quick around the cliff walls. ![]() The ship lifted with the swell of the ocean and fell as the wave subsided under it. ![]() There was violence, and smoke, and shadow. ![]()
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