None may cross your waters, for all who try shall sink, this was your promise and your word was absolute.

As a leviathan of the depths you extended no mercy to humans nor their ships, your heart was as cold as the tide and your hunger always lead you forward, towards the promise of meat.

On this dark night you had spotted a vessel in the distance and so you began to glide towards it as the moonlight illuminates your sleek form.

When you approached the ship the sound of shouting caught your attention. The crew were holding their injured captain over the edge as they hurdled abuse at him. A mutiny.

The Captian's icy eyes lock with yours as you watch from the waters, his hoarse voice calling out while a cutlass is pressed against his throat.

"Creature! Do something, I beg of you!"