Re: Aboard the Warship
Marrina swam as fast as she was able, seemingly guided by some inner sense, usually smashing her way through doors rather than opening them.
They were fortunate, the warship, it seemed, was on a skeleton staff, with the majority assembled outside for fighting.
She rounded another corner, broke down another door, and they entered a large room, dominated by three cylinders. Inside each was a remember of the Atlantean royal family. Namora. Namorita. And in the middle... Namor. They were all unconscious or drugged or...
"My God..."
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