ISLA
The laughter that echoes through their bond is not nearly as girlish or amused this time; no this is a laugh that suggests a plan in action, that knows there is violence and blood to follow. Yes, she decides, I think we could do that easily. See, I'll go first... Unfortunately Isla is no conscience with the same violent instincts roaring through her body, and she surges up towards the surface until she can spread all of her limbs out beneath the ship, like an eerie, terrible blanket.
And then with a delicacy that belies the horror in her thoughts, a few tentacles pop up to sucker along the hull, hoping to drag the ship to an abrupt halt. And Isla's still chuckling, able to imagine the confusion, the horror, the abject fear as the sailors realise just what's about to happen to them.
And then with a delicacy that belies the horror in her thoughts, a few tentacles pop up to sucker along the hull, hoping to drag the ship to an abrupt halt. And Isla's still chuckling, able to imagine the confusion, the horror, the abject fear as the sailors realise just what's about to happen to them.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
