Nocticadia

The order to have his men row back from whence they’d come sat heavy on his tongue, when, in the distance, the island’s shadowy silhouette split through the mist–an arched rock formation which loomed on the horizon like a sleeping dragon. Lord Adderly had led the charge himself, prepared for battle, in the event the French returned to reclaim the village of Emberwick on the north end. The entire silent struggle seemingly oblivious to the others, who went about eating their dessert without a single word. One of them let out a curse and fell to the ground, holding his leg.