“Perhaps, the god of the Sea was once mortal, that is why we require you to help. His mind is unknowable to us.”
The Guardian, looked up towards the ship. “For example, why the Thauin keeps grappling with the ship, despite the wounds it recieves.”
“There’s no easy answer to any of these questions. As with any question worth asking.”
The Dragon looked down at him. “Do you understand?”
The Thauin sends a tentacle towards Karl, bearing down on him with the force of a charging aurochs. Teeth rippling on its surface, as it went after its prey. The tentacle was as large around as his torso, rippling with powerful muscle.
Now unopposed, the tentacle shot straight into the air higher and higher into the air it took him. Until the ship appeared the size of a child’s toy.
Tharos’ eyes widened watching the Squid heft Dolphus into the air. Its great beak opening wide underneath of him, its gullet hungrily devouring the air in anticipation of its meal.
He had to do something, but what could he do that wouldn’t bring harm to Dolphus. Weighing his options, Tharos sent a blast of fire at the open beak. Hoping beyond hope Dolphus remained suspended before it had burned out.
It was at this point he realized Dolphus would still land in the middle of the ocean, even if the squid was felled. He had to think of a way to get him, but the only person who could survive out there was Mariner. He seemed to be quite preoccupied with his current task. Tharos steeled himself for a moment, as Mariner roughly shoved a sailor out of the way to hack a tentacle in two.
Then set out across the deck dodging through the chaos to reach him. “Mariner!” He shouted, flinching as the ancient warrior rounded him, sword ready. “DOLPHUS IS IN DANGER!” he screamed, backing up quickly.
Mariner stopped, looking down at the small mage, “What did you say?”