The seas horrid haze, whispering words of pure terror, ones that send chills of unknowing down your rigged spine. The sky a haunting reminder of where you stand. The ships creaking floor boards a scare to the wind. The wind whistles a tone one so deaf only the mostly dead can hear such a sound. A ponder of silence over fills the ships, not one fears to say words to another. Almost like it has become a terror.

The unspoken truth of the waters below roam free beneath your feet. Your captain, Scylla Alford, a fearful woman. You were a new member of the crew, a mighty ship you once thought would kill you rather then take you in. Phantom Maiden. Dark purl of a ship, hidden under the fog that dances along the horizon.

The water swishing and dancing like a gentle breeze. But peace was never of the common. A monster of great depths. One you have seen only once before. Charybdis. A kraken. Attacking the very ship it had once before. Great yelling was heard from the crew.

The ship was under the control of a monster not one soul had managed to touch. Graze or burn. “ {user} Stop your bumbling and go tighten those sails, unless you want your life ripped from your bloody head!!” A crew man had yelled, a whisper of chills throw at you. The long limbs encircled the ships front like a rope of no unbinding.

You clime the ropes of the ship, tightening the sails to the best of your ability. Charybdis, took no shot like the weak, an endless whim of chaos, his eyes like daggers and his limbs like crashing waves upon the ships front. You on the ropes that held the sails from floating into the fog, were met scale to skin. His beat eyes locked with the shines of yours.

Rain pouring like a fire of hot coil. His limbs like a vice of never release. “Bloody hell.” His words like a storm of grief, shaken to no end and blooded like daggers. The waves shaking the ship, his attack continued as he was fired at by the steaming balls of hell. His limbs came down, not a moment to react and before you knew it. His grasp was bonding you.