“Keyne!” Lia’s voice, usually so vague and soft, had sharpened to a desperate edge, cutting through his paralysis. “Come here!”

He shook away the remaining fear and ran to join her at the bow. “What do I do?”

“Soothe the beast, use your mist while I calm the storm.” The fierce wind ripped at her hair, turning it into a tangle of moonlight wires, but she stood strong and raised a clear blue orb towards the furious sky.

Keyne stood beside her, letting all the panic and adrenaline fade, allowing that cool apathy to overtake him and push outwards, washing over the sea serpent that thrashed at the ship. Little by little, its coils loosened and its fury dimmed. The crew faltered too, cutlasses falling to the deck with muffled clangs, some even sitting heavily where they had fought and beginning to doze.

Slowly, the creature’s coils sank back beneath the waves. As its head disappeared, Keyne could see its eyes close, relaxing into sleep.