I gripped the railing as another tentacle rose from the churning depths, its massive form blocking out what little light filtered through the mist surrounding Vulcan's Tear.
"Brace yourselves!" I shouted as the appendage crashed down mere yards from our port side, sending a wall of water over the deck.
Sir Kaelen steadied himself against the mainmast, water streaming from his beard. "The Kraken of the Serpent's Depths," he named it, a grim smile on his face. "They say no sailor who's seen it lives to tell the tale."
"Then we'll be the first," Lysander replied, his voice steady despite the danger. My father had always possessed an unnerving calm in the face of death.
Captain Frost barked orders to his crew, his weathered face set in determined lines. "Hard to starboard! We'll circle the island—look for another approach!"
