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The sensations of Zulo's first cinnamon roll had subsided, and now the reds and oranges from the magnificent sunrise had faded into blue. Blue everywhere. It was an unsettling feeling for the Rito, being a newcomer on his first voyage. It was like a blue desert, and the emptiness almost made Zulo feel like he had died. There was not a sign of life anywhere besides those aboard the White Wolf. No birds flew this far away from shore, and whatever mysteries the ocean's depths contained were covered up by high waves. Fortunately it wasn't storm weather, but the vessel was still rocking a good bit.
Any irregular sight in the vast waters around the White Wolf were hard to miss. Zulo had been keeping his eye on a greyish fin that kept bobbing out of the blue. He had been worried that it was a sea monster, the exact type of thing Zaria had just told him about, but eventually the fin stopped showing up, and with Zaria's skepticism Zulo's fear shrunk. Soon he was calm again, resting on deck with the other Rito taking in the nearly non-existent view.
The ship abruptly lurched in a way too abnormal to be ignored. They were too deep in the ocean to have scraped the bottom, although that's about what it felt like. Zulo was jolted from where he sat and stood up to be ready for any quick movements. Suddenly a dull purple blur obstructed the plain color of the world around them, darting out of the waves and over the deck, somehow managing to stay low enough to almost snag Zulo right from where he stood but without crashing into the boat. He managed to step out of the way to remain unharmed, besides a terrible mental image of big and bloody, sharp teeth being planted in his mind. If he had been caught in them, the Rito would have been shreds in a matter of seconds. In a panic, Zulo scrambled to the stairs, ducking to safety. He had never been so scared in his life, not even when he had been chased by Dracos as a youngster.
Somehow Zaria was not as quick to retreat, and called for Zulo to alarm the crew while she kept an eye on the beast. Still the image of the sea monster lingered in his vision even though it had landed back in the water. It was long yet bulky and had razor sharp features, like it's fins, with unattractive grayish-purple scales. What really stuck with him was the unbelievably ugly face of the giant shark-like monster. Not only did it have a deadly set of teeth, but there were some bone spikes protruding from between it's bright, goopy eyes to stick it's prey. Zulo had never even imagined such ugliness.
He tried his best to stop focusing on the image and hurried downstairs to wake the crew. It appeared that a couple mates had been woken already, but others would still be asleep. Conveniently Zulo spotted a bell which was likely meant for this type of situation. Without hesitation he rung it, receiving a louder noise than he had expected. Now his ears were tingling in pain, but at least it got everyone awake.
Any irregular sight in the vast waters around the White Wolf were hard to miss. Zulo had been keeping his eye on a greyish fin that kept bobbing out of the blue. He had been worried that it was a sea monster, the exact type of thing Zaria had just told him about, but eventually the fin stopped showing up, and with Zaria's skepticism Zulo's fear shrunk. Soon he was calm again, resting on deck with the other Rito taking in the nearly non-existent view.
The ship abruptly lurched in a way too abnormal to be ignored. They were too deep in the ocean to have scraped the bottom, although that's about what it felt like. Zulo was jolted from where he sat and stood up to be ready for any quick movements. Suddenly a dull purple blur obstructed the plain color of the world around them, darting out of the waves and over the deck, somehow managing to stay low enough to almost snag Zulo right from where he stood but without crashing into the boat. He managed to step out of the way to remain unharmed, besides a terrible mental image of big and bloody, sharp teeth being planted in his mind. If he had been caught in them, the Rito would have been shreds in a matter of seconds. In a panic, Zulo scrambled to the stairs, ducking to safety. He had never been so scared in his life, not even when he had been chased by Dracos as a youngster.
Somehow Zaria was not as quick to retreat, and called for Zulo to alarm the crew while she kept an eye on the beast. Still the image of the sea monster lingered in his vision even though it had landed back in the water. It was long yet bulky and had razor sharp features, like it's fins, with unattractive grayish-purple scales. What really stuck with him was the unbelievably ugly face of the giant shark-like monster. Not only did it have a deadly set of teeth, but there were some bone spikes protruding from between it's bright, goopy eyes to stick it's prey. Zulo had never even imagined such ugliness.
He tried his best to stop focusing on the image and hurried downstairs to wake the crew. It appeared that a couple mates had been woken already, but others would still be asleep. Conveniently Zulo spotted a bell which was likely meant for this type of situation. Without hesitation he rung it, receiving a louder noise than he had expected. Now his ears were tingling in pain, but at least it got everyone awake.
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