A Prologue
So....I had to. And yes there will be more and it will continue but I needed this scene out of my head. Let me know if you like this. Also, if any of you who are way more talented than me when it comes to drawing feel free to create based off my description here. There's not enough damn Wojchek art either.
A Prologue
Salt…
Salt and copper.
He tasted both, one familiar and one oddly delicious.
The sea had found him as it filled his Demeter and he felt the burn of it on the wound that the devil had left in its wake.
The water was everywhere, just as he had planned. Though it had broken his heart he had broken the hull to sink the only true home he had. He had betrayed his Demeter, his goddess of the waves, but as any captain would he would go down with her.
But that appeared not in the cards for him. He was still alive or…maybe alive wasn’t the word. He wasn’t dead. He was…floating. The sea, his mother for as long as he could remember, surrounded him. She was in his mouth, around his eyes, in his nose. He should be drowning. But he wasn’t.
He opened his eyes to what should have been pitch black darkness. His own eyes many described as two bits of night and just as cold. His dark eyes had glared down many a man into a blubbering mess of fear on the deck of the ship when it was needed. Now those black eyes could see as if it was brightest day in the flooded hold of the ship. Salt surrounded him and in the water he saw the ribbons of red that were coming from the healing ruins of his own flesh.
He half swam, half walked over to the now gaping hole in his beloved ship. They had both been wounded by the fucking monster that had killed his captain and his friends. They had both been infected it would seem by the darkness the monster carried within it.
He could hear voices just barely through the watery depths. British voices. They’d actually made it to England after all it would seem…all of the death and loss for nothing. But perhaps not. The monster had wanted to come here for a reason and so he’d still be here wouldn’t he? Dracula…
Rage ripped through him and in the dark water his eyes widened, his teeth now sharper snarled together and his hands grabbed hold of the ruined wood and tore it away until he could fit through the hole in the hull. After two large pieces were removed he pushed through the space and the man who had become the last captain of the Demeter finally left her, no longer a man or a captain.
