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Dewell, the Iron Hook

In the last battle (damn Shiarshi with his mysterious chest), Dewell scratched his favorite harpoon, and from this the mood of the anthropomorphic shark was bad. Nothing critical, just a deep scratch, but to Dewell, who knew every inch of his weapon, the scratch seemed bigger than the biggest crack in the ocean. It constantly caught his eye, annoyed him like a fish bone stuck in his throat. It was because of this crack that Dewell decided on an adventure with the treasure.

Ulukku told about the treasure. More precisely, sang. In one of his endless pirate couplets, Dewell heard something about “a legendary harpoon guarded by the dead.” The hammerhead shark liked the image so much that he even had to drink a couple of mugs of rum with Ulukku so that he would tell the story of the song. As it turned out, it was sung by pirates from the Free Baronies with whom the fishman had been drinking with a few weeks ago. Surprisingly, some pirates had even survived drinking with Ulukku, which happened infrequently, and now found themselves on a tiny island called Isla de los Borracos.

Dewell wasn’t about to drink and chat with the pirates. He simply swam to the island at night, hid under the pier, waited for the first drunkard and jumped out of the water in front of him. At the sight of a huge humanoid hammerhead shark, the pirate simultaneously peed and vomited, but did not lose consciousness. It took Dewell less than a dozen minutes to get the background of the “legendary harpoon” verses. It turns out that among the pirates there were rumors about an underwater cave, the entrance to which was opened only on a full moon, and a mysterious artifact was hidden in the cave – the cursed weapon of the old leader of the corsairs. The essence of the curse of the legend, as usual, was silent. It was only said that a thief who encroached on a harpoon “would never again be able to wear a hat and boots.”

The location of the cave was not given out by the legend either, but Dewell knew who to contact with such questions. A pouch of specie, and a smuggler friend from Vallor handed the Iron Hook a worn map. A couple of days of wandering around the sea (the map turned out to be not very accurate), and the hammerhead shark’s foot stepped on the stone floor of the underwater grotto.

– Who dared to disturb my peace?! – A skeleton in corsair rags stepped out of the darkness towards Dewell. – Stop, thief, and show that you are worthy …

Dewell never liked chatter and talkers. Therefore, he simply waved his powerful tail, and the chest of the old corsair shattered into bone dust, and the skull jumped over the stones. Then the fish-man went deep into the cave and took the harpoon, which lay in the most visible place. The weapon turned out to be perfectly balanced, laying pleasantly in the hand, and the blade seemed to be able to cut through the stone with ease.

– Fool! – The skull of a corsair laughed from the corner of the grotto. – Now you will lose your human form forever! You will turn into a fish! In a stupid evil fish!

– I’m a olready fish. – Dewell chuckled, slung the sling of the new harpoon over his shoulder, stepped towards the skull and crushed it to dust with a clawed paw.