He was summoning the ocean to engulf our little boat. The waves were tossing us around. We were on the top deck and I saw him, standing on the surface of the ocean, trident in hand, calling upon my death. The moonlight bounced off the water which was as dark as an abyss. Then we saw it. A wave rolling towards us, higher than the mightiest oak, higher than the sky, unstoppable. We tried to sail away but where to go when all around you is water? The wave hit and I was thrown clear from the boat. I cried out for Noah and I watched his face as I got swept under. He remained safe and stable, master of the ark, whilst I joined the green-hued bodies of those the Mayor had already claimed as his victims during The Flood. They tore at me, desperate to share some of my warmth whilst I still had it. Seaweed-slippery hair and crab pincer fingers. Pulling at me whilst I fought for air, lungs burning until I was finally defeated and gave in. I awoke with a jolt and it took a few seconds before I realised that I was safe.
