The firesea heaved and flared, sending the cindership rising high into the air. Sparks flew when it landed. Cyd clung to the railing embers as the fire poured across the deck. He saw the door, black against orange glow; Urti peered out, a small globule in his hand.
"Urti! Careful with the water!"
He was too late. The ship reeled, and the globe tumbled from Urti's grip. Where it fell, the ship hissed and went dark. The water spread hungrily across the flame.
"Abandon ship!" Cyd cried. He and Urti would be lucky if even a wisp of smoke remained.
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