The black star tore apart the sky. It transformed the sea from a battlefield to a graveyard as the sea screamed in agony.
Waves the size of mountains folded over one another, swallowing ships and land whole. The fleet that once proudly bore the Golden Hare on its hull, scattered like cheap driftwood across a maelstrom of black, flaming water. Shredded sails, splintered hulls and men vanished into the storm's eye as lightning split the horizon in half.
"Damn it! Marthaaaaaaaaa!"
Brando clung to the deck rail, blood streaming down his face and body. He couldn't tell where the sky ended or the sea began as everything became a twisted vortex. His hand stretched towards Martha's silhouette amid the chaos. The glimpse of her black wings flickering in his pupils before the sea consumed everything.
Then came the pull of the waves...
Or was it the monster sucking the sea into its titanic maw...?!
