Mere moments away he was at the helm's console, feeling the relentless pull of gravity on the Eventide's hull, dragging her down towards the water like a drowned spirit would an unlucky sailor, and he was right there, watching the ocean's relentless approach - only to suddenly end up here, with too many voices, and too many people, surrounding him everywhere; and all Syrax could do is stare at her corpse in disbelief, brain not quite catching up yet to what... what just happened..?
"The ship," he blurted out, feeling a tad bit lightheaded, probably because the lights were too bright (they were not), and that caused his eyes to water (no other possible reasons).
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