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“Kilar, Tetslen’s right.  You’re out of control.  No hard feelings, but I think it would be best for everyone if we went ashore a little earlier than we planned.  There isn’t a place to pull in along the coast right now, but I can take you pretty close to the cliffs and have one of my men row you up to the rocks.”  As he said this, the two fishermen sitting on the rails shifted, averting their eyes from the conversation.
     
    “Oh, come on, you’re not serious,” Kilar said.  “You practically raised me, Latrib.  Sure, I haven’t always been around, but that’s just because of your fish-worshipping heathen ways.”
     
    Tetslen snorted.
     
    “We’re not fish-worshippers,” Latrib said, “and I can’t just be there for you whenever you feel like walking all over someone.  I don’t regret taking you in, but I can’t allow you to take advantage of me or my crew any longer.  If we meet again, I hope we can remain friends.  I wish nothing but the best for you.”
     
    Kilar brought his head down.  He stared off to the side, and his breaths became deeper and more frequent.  “You’re really kicking me off the ship.”
     
    Latrib’s eyes opened wide.
     
    “Damn right, we are.”  Tetslen planted his feet in front of his father.  “You’ve abused the privilege of sailing with this crew long enough.  You should be grateful for the Captain’s benevolence.  If I were in charge, I would’ve thrown you overboard a long time ago.”
     
    Kilar blinked.  He looked up at Tetslen.  “And just who the hell are you?”
     
    Tetslen narrowed his eyebrows.  “I’m First Mate Tetslen, Captain Latrib’s son.  You’ve known me since I was four.”
     
    Kilar stared at him.  “You’ve known me that long, yet you just threatened to throw me into the water?” 
     
    Latrib’s breath caught in his throat.
     
    “Look,” Tetslen said, “I think we’ve been more than generous -"
     
    “Shut your fucking mouth, you sack of shit!”  The loose ends of Kilar’s scarf trailed behind him as he leapt into the air.  He punched through Tetslen’s teeth, bits of the white shards falling to the ground while some pieces scratched the inside of Tetslen’s mouth and throat.  Latrib’s mouth dropped open to let out a frenzied yell.   
     
    Tetslen’s hands reached toward his mouth, and he grabbed onto Kilar’s legs.  Kilar felt him start to pull, so he grabbed a shard of tooth and stabbed it behind the bottom row of Tetslen’s teeth, keeping him in place.  Tetslen’s screams were distorted by the lack of shape to his mouth.  He thrashed his body about.
     
    Latrib made a grab for Kilar, but Tetslen’s body jerked out of his reach when Kilar dug his white pick further into Tetslen’s gums.  “Stop moving, Tetslen!” said Latrib.
     
    Kilar reached underneath his scarf with his left hand, pulling out a handful of small, red stones. 
     
    Latrib gasped.  “No, Kilar, don’t!” Latrib tackled his son to the ground.
     
    Kilar braced himself for the impact, but his eyes bulged when Tetslen’s chin knocked the wind out of him.  “Son of a bitch!”  He gasped for air, rolling out from underneath Tetslen’s face.  The ship lurched from Tetslen’s impact, and Kilar fell backwards as he choked back the bile that threatened to overflow from his throat.  He scrambled to his feet, but felt Latrib’s massive hands encase his body before he could stand upright.  He felt the air whoosh past his face when Latrib brought him up to eye-level.
     
    “Drop the rocks, Kilar.”  Kilar heard Latrib bellow out the command, but he closed his eyes to block the unrestricted spit from blinding him.
     
    “Damn it, Latrib, you got water on my face!”  Kilar shook his head to free his face from the warm spittle.  “I’ll kill you for this, you bastard!”
     
    Latrib’s teeth clenched.  He let go of Kilar with his right hand and raised it above his head.  Kilar’s eyes grew wide when