The ghost ships drifted sometimes into the shipping lanes, but their appearance could never be predicted. It was bad luck to board one, and worse luck to break one down for salvage.
The faerie-traps grew where they liked, needing no care or encouragement, and kept themselves well-fed.
It became increasingly unclear, over time, whether he was wielding the weapon or it was wielding him.
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