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They never should've come here, he realises, one sinking ship and thirteen men thrown overboard too late.
The dragon, it did not slumber: Waited, calculating, until Kaeya's fellow crew had let their vigilance fall with the sun's guard. Waited for ale to raise high, a cheer for a victory that wouldn't come. But how could they have known to caution for waves curling over the ship like a kraken's tentacles, splintering through with frightening ease?
Kaeya curses, loud. Reaches out, desperate, so he may hold on for dear life, and prays that he does not fall into the beast's domain.