Speaker 1: School School, School School.
Speaker 2: Welcome back to Dovetails uncovered, Season six. The sea does
not forgive theft, nor does it forget blood. With the
locket in their possession, the women seek escape, but escape
is a full stream. The harbor whispers their names, and
the tide calls them home. In the dead of night,
they steal a ship, hoping to outrun the curse. Yet
the waters churned, shadows stir beneath the waves, and glowing
eyes follow in silence. The sea does not chase. It waits,
and when the time is right, it takes. This is
Chapter five, The Cool of the Sea. The morning came sluggishly,
It's pale light barely penetrating in the fog that hung
thick over the harbor. Ruby stood at the edge of
the dock, the cursed locket dangling from her fingers like
a snake ready to strike. The cold wind whipped her
coat around her legs as she stared out at the
endless expanse of gray water behind her. The others gathered
in uneasy silence, their breath visible in the chill of
the air. The events of the previous night had left
them shaken. An unspoken tension hung between them. We need
a ship, Ruby said, turning to face them. A ship, nya,
repeated Ruby, with fees and fighters, not sailors. Do you
even know how to navigate the damn thing? Ruby turned
her expression, her expression hard at stone. We don't have
a choice, Black skull as Ale is out there, and
if we stay here, we'll either turn it to monsters
ll be hunted by them. The curse isn't going to
wait for us to get comfortable. She's right, Cassidy said quietly.
She had a book open on her lap once she
pilfered from one of the old fortune teller's shack The
pages were filled with ancient symbols and sketches of twisted creatures,
each one more horrifying than the last. The curses alive.
It's tied to us now. The longer we wait, the
stronger it gets, may have shivered, pulling her coat tighter
around her. I don't think it's just tied to us,
she murmured. I found it again last night, when the
beast stopped. It was like like it knew I was
one of them, Like it was trying to bring me closer.
Lila scoffed, her voice tinged with fear. That she tried
to hide. Great, So now we've got to go on
a supernatural welcome party. We've got a supernatural welcome party
waiting for us out there, perfect, Ruby ignored her. She
pointed to a ship docked at the fire end of
the pier, its sails furled and the decks seemingly abandoned.
It was a modest vessel, battered by time and the elements,
but it looked seaworthy enough. That's our way out, Ruby said.
Cassidy frowned. You're planning to steal a ship from the harbor.
It's a death sentence of the wrong people find out.
We're already dead if we don't. Ruby shot back, if
anyone's got a better idea, speak up. The group exchanged
uneasy glances but said nothing thought so Ruby muttered, we've
got to move tonight. Get what supplies you can. Maybe
you're staying behind. Your condition makes you too vulnerable right now, no,
Mave says, stepping forward. I'm coming with you. I can
feel this curse more than any of you. We're going
to break it. You'll need me. Ruby hesitated, studying May's determination,
determined the expression. Finally, she nodded, fine, but you stay
in control if you If I see you starting to change,
I'll stop you. No Hesitation may have swallowed hard, but nodded.
That night, the group crept onto the dock, surrounded by
the heavy fog that seemed to cling tighter with every
passing hour. The ship loomed above them. It's creaking whole,
or a reminder of its age. This thing better not
sink the moment we set sail, Liona muttered. As they
climbed aboard. The deck was empty and only the sounds
of the distant crash of waves in the creak of
the rigging. Ruby took the whill, her hands steady despite
the weight of what they were about to do. Cassidy
check the hole for supplies. Lilah, see if the stails
are still in working order. Maybe help me with the anchor,
Ruby ordered, a voice, low but firm. As they worked,
the air grew colder, and an unnatural silence fell over
the harbor. Even the distant cries of the goals had
vanished and placed both faint whispers of the waves. Cassidy
emerged from the hold, her face pale. The ship stopped,
she said, but there's something down there. I don't know what,
but I found it. It felt wrong, could be the curse,
Ruby said grimly. We don't We don't stop now, Lilah,
get those sails up. We're leaving. As Liah climbed the rigging,
a low, mournful sound echoed across the water. It wasn't
the wind or the creak of the ship. It was
something deeper, more primal. What the hell is that, may
have asked her voice, trembling. Ruby's grip tightened on the wheel.
It's the sea. It knows we're leaving. The sound grew louder,
a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through their bones. The
fog thickened, swirling around the ship like a living thing.
We need to move, Ruby shouted. Lilah unfilled the sails,
and the ship blurted forward, the anchor slipping free. The
wind caught the sails, and the vessel glided out of
the harbor, leaving the safety of the docks behind. But
as they passed into open water, the fog seemed to
take a life of its own. Shapes moved within it,
a dark, hulking feature, dark hulking figures that circled the
ship like predators. Ruby Cassidy called, pointing to the water.
Ruby looked down and felt our blood run cold. The
water beneath them was alive with shadows, figures with glowing eyes,
and twisted monstrous forms. They swam just below the surface,
their claws scraping at the hole. They're following us, may
have whispered. Clutching the locket, Ruby gritted her teeth, let them,
we're not stopping. As the ship sailed into the night,
the fog closed in around them, and the sea's mournful
song grew louder, promising danger ahead and darkness below.
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Speaker 2: And you.
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