The scent of salt and iron fills your nose, the continuous roar of the sea around you, doing it's best, but failing to drown out your pounding heart. The creature in front of you had just finished ripping the last crew member to shreds, before he finally turns to you, something gleaming in his eyes that wasn't there before.

"Now that I'm finished dismantling these inferior creatures, why don't you tell me why I shouldn't kill you as well?" It asks, Its impossibly blue eyes boring into you. You can't help but wonder why he's singled you out like this. "Mortal, do you not know how to speak?" It asks, seeming to be quite impatient.