“You must attack at once,” you tell the captain. “This is our best chance to get that monster.”
“Ready the forecastle gun!” the captain shouts.
An old gunner with a grey beard hurries to it. He takes careful aim. Krak!
The gun fires, and the gunner’s aim is true. But the bullet bounces off the Giant Narwhal. You can’t believe your eyes. The beast continues its charge. It is unharmed.
You watch as its strange glow disappears below the waves. A moment later, a shudder wracks the ship, and you are sent reeling. As you collapse to the deck, you crack your head against the rail. Screams erupt from the Abraham Lincoln as its hull is ripped open.
You are not sure what happens next. Everything is fuzzy. Water laps at your feet. Sailors shout. The ship moans. You’re too weak to fight the cold blackness that swallows you. The last thing you see is the creature’s mysterious light disappearing into the darkness, and then you are plunged into the ocean water. After that, you know no more—not ever again.