Shing

The tell tale sound of steel cutting through the air filled the upper level of the Albatross. It was late, much later than any sane person should be up.

The sword was swung around by Gillion Tidestrider, the resident chosen one and triton paladin. Destiny's blade caught the moonlight, almost illuminating the coral on his head and the blue of his opalescent skin. Everyone under deck was fast asleep.

Or at least trying to be.