INQUISITION
Chapter One - ArrivalJack Dawkins crawled out of the surf on all fours, shivering and exhausted. It felt to him as if his body weighed four times more than usual. The crashing waves could not seem to make up their mind whether to smash him to this death against the shore or to pull him back into the water and drown him. The wet linen of his shirt and breeches seemed to be made of lead, causing his arms and legs to quiver with the strain of supporting such an impossible load.His ship, the...