Gunshots, curses, and the constant rocking of the ship filled the air.
The atmosphere on the ship grew tense as the crew fought fiercely against the half-human, half-fish Deep Ones.
Faced with the crew's firearms, the Deep Ones retaliated with bizarre weapons forged from coral—mostly for melee, but some could strike from afar.
WHOOSH~ A rope-tethered spear shot over, burying itself in a sailor's belly. The rope pulled taut, dragging the shrieking sailor by his exposed entrails toward his attackers.
The next second, the rope went slack; the Deep One yanking on it had its head blown apart by Charles's shot.
Though the Deep Ones looked horrifying, compared to the other island natives Charles had encountered, they weren't particularly powerful. For a moment, both sides were evenly matched.
But as time passed, Charles's side was at a clear disadvantage. The Deep Ones swarming from the depths seemed endless, while every wounded crew member meant one less fighter.
