A dark and cinematic closing to Nalani’s first chapter, Tides Of Blades marks the final reckoning for Turnbull and his men.
Turbull's men approach the to deal with what they think is merly an islander rebellion. Nalani’s plans unfold in the chaos she foresaw. This is not victory, only survival written in flame.
As the tide shifts and the sea claims the fallen, Nalani stands at the edge of a world remade, her island bound to a new keeper, shaped by trade instead of chains, and facing a future still uncertain.
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They see our shadows fall
They recognize this breath’s their last
A whisper moves, a dagger gleams
The dark is kind, the steel still sings
A shape, a gasp, a flash of red
A heavy breath, a man lies dead
A dozen eyes, a dozen blades
No mercy left, no deaths unpaid
The fire runs, the torches rise
The jungle burns, they taste the sky
No chains to hold, no walls remain
No kings, no names, just ash and flame
A heavy hand, a lifeless pawn
A beast of war, his purpose gone
He fights alone, he does not kneel
But death is real, and death is steel
His hands still grip, his breath still stays
But death now walks and calls his name
A broken instrument of men come to his end
The first to land, the first to die
The first to land, the first to die
Dark hulls rise where shadows creep
Two forces move, the tide runs deep
One seeks gold, one seeks land
One wields fire, one makes a stand
The oars pull fast, the decks stand tight
The cannons wait, the muskets light
A shadow looms, the course is set
One moves for wealth, one moves for debt
The first to land, the first to die
Steel on sand, shots crack the sky
The hills awake, the jungle breathes
One side blinds, the other sees
Smoke and shadow, hands unseen
A plan laid bare, a field wiped clean
He moves for claim, he moves for pride
But finds the ground shifts at his side
The muskets crack, the steel ignites
The sea spills men into the fight
They march ashore, they charge in line
But blood runs faster than their time
No claim, no crown, just what we take
A debt in fire, a war remade
The sky turns red, the earth is torn
The past is gone, but war goes on
The tide still shifts, the sea still waits
No victory clean, no path left straight
The world still calls, the gate still keeps
And the keeper wakes, too dark, too deep