Rafael starts to stroke his blue beard with his free hand, "Hmmm, now we won't speak of the eyeless souls that whisper as a dark wave crests, nor the Foul Ones who claw at the deck when the rail takes a dip low on a strong heal. No no." At the sound of himself saying the words, Rafael glances suspiciously over their shoulders with the look of erie discomfort.
"Ahem. Yes, but you mentioned a whale and I can give you one more."
"Many a beast has peered an eye at this young adventurer, but Ol' Alma is the only sight that still lives in my mind. What we first came upon was nothing common nor overly unusual either. The dire sharks had chased down, well, something. What we saw was only a sea of blood and flesh..."
'...the sharks didn't last long, their gluttony brought forth what I had believed to be the anger of the sea itself. The whale was the size of a fleet and from its head was not a single horn like what's up north in the seas of ice, this monster proudly donned a massive rack reminiscent of your deer or mouse..."
"...The mighty thing roared across the bow, it's mighty jaws bared, the powerful rack of coral antlers raking the sky. Creatures spit at us from within that labyrinthine crown and eyes larger than our own darted within the hallows..."
"...I am no longer scared of what feasts on men m'lady, oh no, not after the King whale was so easily taken under. Any man swept over that night did not simply lay to rest in the belly of a mere animal, they're in the catacombs of guttural catacombs. Deep within the food of the food of that storm spewing methuselah fish. She had brought with her one hell of a storm, one so tiresome that alone it could have splinted a sailors sanity..."
"...from the starboard she rose as high as the moon sat over the ruins of our ship. From her sides shuttered massive wings. As they beat in the air, water fell like raining knives and the wind tore the rigging off the ship. Sails, masts, and all. The lightening that eternally shot from it's mouth ignited the sky..."
"...when it was just me and her, alone in a sense, save for the haunting screams that pulled at me from the depths and her halo of sky shattering light. We floated in chaos among the debris of our dance and I thought my fate had come..."
"Alas, I awoke to the blinding light of day with my back nearly broken by the rocks. And the worst part was I drifted ashore miles from the nearest port and it took me days of wandering before I could get hired aboard a new ship."
