“You… you murderer! You butchered my men, like they were-!”
“Murderer? I would never use my powers for death. I only blessed your crew with the ability to mend your ship with their full potential. You will sail them away from this desolate place, as I promised you.”
Captain Bentho da Gama looked up to his sails, blown back and forth, and against the sunlight he could make out the outline of one of his own crew-members, completely flattened and integrated with the fiber; His mouth was stretched open, howling with the wind.












