The sea was black that night, churning with a fury only Gasharpoon could call holy. Lanterns swung wildly along the broken deck, casting crooked shadows across faces pale with terror. His voice cut through the storm like cannon fire—hoarse, commanding, unrelenting.

“Harpooners! Keep your eyes to the abyss! Tonight, the Pallid Whale will rise, I SWEAR IT!”

The crew strained against the oars, every man trembling, yet his will lashed them forward like a whip. The Captain stood tall at the bow, tricorn hat dripping rain, the monstrous harpoon fused to his arm glowing faintly with its unholy fire. His corrupted eye burned as though it could pierce the deep itself.

And then—

The sea split.

Not with the pale hide of the Whale he craved, but something else—greater, darker, radiant with power. A colossal form rose from the abyss, crowned in storm and salt, every movement bending the ocean to his will. A titan clothed in scales, a sovereign of the abyss. The very sight of him shattered the storm’s rhythm.

The crew shrieked, some cowering, others begging the heavens for mercy. But Gasharpoon only laughed. A sound deep and broken, torn between awe and hunger. His harpoon arm trembled, not with fear, but with longing.

“By the black depths...”he whispered, half-choked.“Another Leviathan..a GOD Of the Black Waters... a lord who walks as if the ocean were his throne.”

The beast surged forward, waves towering high enough to swallow the ship whole. By miracle—or curse—they escaped with hull shattered, sails torn, and men half-dead from terror. Gasharpoon stood drenched at the deck’s edge, his grin a fever dream, his eye blazing like a lighthouse gone mad.

“My Pallid Whale... you shall wait.”His voice cracked into a manic laugh, clutching his chest with a clawed hand.“For there is ANOTHER! A sovereign, not a beast to be slain... but a ruler to stand at my side! a rival, a consort of the ocean itself!”