Silas didn't need to look. The whistling of primitive arrows already filled the air. Bandits. This stretch of the river was notorious for them. They didn't want the flame; they wanted the supplies, the wood, and the gold Silas used to keep this floating death trap together. "Shields up!" Silas roared. "Brace the hull!"
Two of his remaining crewmen scrambled to hoist heavy wooden shutters along the starboard side. Arrows thudded into the thick oak with sickening force. One found a gap, catching a young deckhand in the shoulder. He screamed, tumbling backward toward the churning water. "Man overboard!" Kaelen cried, reaching out a hand. Dreadful River Free Download
Dreadful River was a game of desperate choices, but Captain Silas Vance had run out of them. He stood at the stern of the rickety wooden barge, his knuckles white against the steering oar as the relentless current pulled them deeper into the mist. Silas didn't need to look
Kaelen looked at Silas with pure horror, but obeyed. They pulled hard on the heavy oars, fighting the pull of the water as the barge scraped violently against a submerged boulder. The sound of splintering wood echoed through the canyon. Water began to seep through the floorboards. This stretch of the river was notorious for them
"Riders on the right bank!" yelled Kaelen, the crew's scout, pointing a trembling finger toward the jagged cliffs.
As the arrows finally stopped raining down, a thick silence fell over the gorge, broken only by the roar of approaching rapids. Silas looked down at his map, then up at the darkening sky. Night was falling, and the river's most dangerous inhabitants only hunted in the dark.