A dusky figure cuts through the roiling waves, smooth and soundless as an assassin’s blade. White peaks swell, cresting sharp and jagged, an ocean of broken shards of smoky glass.
Beneath the maelstrom, ancient creatures lurk, patrolling the still, dark waters for obliging prey. The smell of fear is sweet, seducing the monster onward. Death, a tingle of expectation, crackles across rip tides.
Pride and ignorance buoy tender morsels, their limbs pale beacons lighting the way for the hungry beasts, stirring emotions of loathing. Swirling eddies churn the bloody chum, drawing in more monsters to the feeding frenzy.