Neyan paddled for dear life, holding what little breath she had as she tried desperately to get to the surface. But as the ballroom filled with water, there was no surface to be found. She panicked, air escaping her lungs in clouds of little bubbles as she began to lose strength, her paddling slowing to a pathetic halt as she began to sink. Suddenly, the water around her was pulled away by an unseen force, leaving her in a huge cylindrical tube of oxygen. Still laying on her side, almost no energy to spare, she coughed out over and over, seawater pouring from her mouth as she tried to regain composure. She was alive... And that sad face on the side of the cylinder was to thank.
Smiling at Fluvial, she stood shakily. He had actually saved her life. She could hug him, she was so happy. Except... Him being water and all, that would only serve to get her even more soaked than she already was. Looking around, she finally caught sight of the stairs, which were a ruined mess from the huge crack that split the ballroom in half. Through the wall of water, multiple loud, muffled roars could be heard, as well as the screams of civilians and crew members alike. "C'mon!" She looked back at Fluvial, now worried herself as she could only imagine what was happening to the others on topside.
She ran off, trusting her friend to remain following her with the huge tube of air. As they reached the top of the stairs, the water began to shallow-out until it was only knee-deep, but even then, the floor was tilted so badly that balance was the real issue. Even here, on the side of the ship in the empty hallway, she could tell the amount of mayhem that had been occurring while she nearly drowned. Some huge creature had struck the ship very hard, and now they were sinking. Fast.
Her attention shot out to the sea, where a huge tendril pierced the surface of the water, snatching a seaman off the main deck and dragging him back in, his screams echoing all around. The same tendril came back up, ripping through the side of the ship and creating yet another huge breach. The floor shook as the monster ripped the hull to pieces, Neyan deciding to keep moving. As she came closer to topside, the water got deeper, the civilian bunks in shambles with wood boards and cluttered, destroyed furniture laying in massive piles, water shooting in from multiple holes and filling the area around her up to her waist. She looked beneath the water, noticing a huge hole that went all the way to the ocean. Looking up, she noticed the stairs just above, broken apart from the main impact, like everything else. As she prepared to jump up, however, a loud groan of pain stopped her.
Neyan turned, her expression filling with sorrow as she noticed an old man trapped under tons of debris, struggling to keep his head above water. Walking up to him, she quickly lifted a few boards off, enough to free him from his confines. Upon closer inspection, his legs were shattered, and he had a huge cut in his side. Dragging him to a floating bed, she laid him down, waving her hands over his open wound. "Stay still... Do not move." She ordered, the man looking at her through squinted eyes. "Thank you, miss... Thank you..." He repeated, placing a hand on her cheek. Smiling, her hands glowed as she slowly closed his wound.
Looking out through the tiny peephole she had to topside, two tendrils waged war on the men fighting them off with harpoons, bows, and other useless weapons. Left and right, they were grabbed, thrown, and even torn apart by the monstrosities. "What... What god is punishing us with a beast so foul...?" The old man asked. Neyan frowned, pulling a bone-mending potion from her robe and forcing him to drink. "I don't know... I wish I did, but I really don't." Neyan could cry from how scary of a scenario this was... Never in her life had she been so close with death.