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The storm had rushed their ship and tore it apart with merciless fury, scattering it to toothpick sized pieces.
He could feel it coming, knew the power unwelcomed him there, but that's how he knew he was getting close.... For years beyond counting he had been looking for his home, desperately raking the oceans for a clue, any clue...
And then he got a bite. It was the raw power of his child-goddess calling out to him, begging for him to reach her- begging for him to reawaken her people.
And just when he began to feel the ancient powers so deep within the ocean...
A storm came out of no where, rocked the seas, and rocked his boat until it was tossed on its side and smashed to pieces by one hungering, hulk of a wave. He and his men were tossed over board, but it was nighttime, and it was chaos.
He fought against the waves until the darkness and frailty of his form over took him. But it seemed the ocean took pity on him, or he was just one lucky guy, for 'Seven of the Sea' now lay face first in the sands, his body in tangles with sea weed and debris.
But he was breathing. He was alive. And a seagull saw fit to perch right on his bum. The bird couldn't know the thing laying there wasn't more than some driftwood for it to perch, so there it would remain, preening it's wings and enjoying the sunshine of the day.