Vanna (thinking): The last remaining living servants of the Red Tide King,
At the last moment, the stranger’s gaze shifts to the side. All of the seaghosts in the water watch her carefully as she lets her arrow fly with a quiet ‘ting’- and it flies true. The glass casing around the Morena’s lighthouse, mounted above their house, shatters easily at the piercing force of the bone arrow.
Vanna (thinking): And the final fate of all those consumed by seabite:
It goes right through the control panel connected to their lantern’s revenite. An electrical crackle fizzes out around the panel and the shard begins to rapidly lose its light. In fact, all power in the house seems to be distrubed. Behind Vanna, standing stock still at the window in her lab, everything goes dark.
Vanna (thinking): The Fata Morgana.
In the new darkness, the silhouettes of dozens of strangers, all dressed like the original archer, are apparent on the horizon. The seaghosts, no longer kept at bay by the lights, rise out of the sea like a wave in varying states of decomposition. Animal skulls and human faces caught in agony reach for their next meal. Their jaws drip and their skeletal fingers reach out, wanting.
Salty Joe: Snort.
Pavel, peacefully asleep in his hammock, wakes with a start as ghostly breath passes across the reach of the lantern’s light- just a few inches from his face.
