“Where’s Tanaka?” Ben looked around, and the other samurai shook their heads. He looked to Leda.

            “He’s dead.”

            Ben’s eyes widened in shock. And as he continued to stare, his expression frozen, she realized he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking over her shoulder at the bay. She turned around and saw them.

            There was no doubt where the three ships hailed from. They were distinctly European. Large white sails pushing a wide stocky hull. Three galleons flying British colours were sailing into Matsushima Bay. The monsters. The ship...

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