Eastside-River

A split second before the **** hits the fan, Seiphidis realizes his mistake, giving him just enough time to regret it.
"Grub ****Σ."
The ship twists and turns like a gogdamned angel snake thing and Seiphidis jumps up, thinking he can wait out the momentary disturbance of the deck in the air.
He'd be right if the deck didn't lurch up and smack him in the face, mixing in some of his own blood with that smeared across his face. Finding himself plastered to a hard surface rapidly heading for another hard surface, Seiphidis growls and does exactly the opposite of what his instincts tell him to do-he stands the **** up.

WHACK!

A sizeable chunk of wood smacks his face and tears open the deck, dropping him into the hold below, presumably with the NPC trolls.